Post by Sikana on Oct 23, 2007 22:53:05 GMT -5
A cruel wind blew through the many caverns that made up Sikana's home. She raised a clawed hand and the air fell dead. She smiled grimly, winter was setting in. She turned to face the entrance of her den, "The year of night is upon us, i must begin preparations immediatly..." her voice faded away as the wind began to pick up once more. A low growl rumbled through the cavern, echoing down its many twisted pathways. A large striped beast approached her, "Zef-frin, I see you've awoke from your slumber." The large cat growled his agreement. Sikana stroked the stiff fur on his head and turned her gaze downwards. She waved her hand once more and a large stone throne appeared before her. She sat upon it and gazed off into the darkness of her home.
