Post by Buthaleirus on May 6, 2006 18:32:37 GMT -5
*Until Ash*
Is all Buthaleirus could seem to say or think as his body drowned in the lava which surrounded Ragarnos. Floating high within the chamber, he watched as his physical form became that which his "Sweets" foretold time and time again, Ash.
Although corporeal, Butha gazed upon his friends battling the great Firewood. Even in death, Butha's snicker could be heard. He snickered because he knew the outcome had been decided even before the mighty Ragemane sundered the first blow. Ragarnos' hammer would fall, and fall it did.
As prayers were answered and Butha came to regain his being, he looked about and smiled. How he enjoyed the company of these friends. Then, as Star's glint would catch a passer's eye, so did the golden glow emanating from the fallen God.
Memories of youth and sounds of broken glass filled the shadow master's head and ears, as dream of sorts lay before him: Perdition's Blade.
Is all Buthaleirus could seem to say or think as his body drowned in the lava which surrounded Ragarnos. Floating high within the chamber, he watched as his physical form became that which his "Sweets" foretold time and time again, Ash.
Although corporeal, Butha gazed upon his friends battling the great Firewood. Even in death, Butha's snicker could be heard. He snickered because he knew the outcome had been decided even before the mighty Ragemane sundered the first blow. Ragarnos' hammer would fall, and fall it did.
As prayers were answered and Butha came to regain his being, he looked about and smiled. How he enjoyed the company of these friends. Then, as Star's glint would catch a passer's eye, so did the golden glow emanating from the fallen God.
Memories of youth and sounds of broken glass filled the shadow master's head and ears, as dream of sorts lay before him: Perdition's Blade.