Quicksilver24
07.01.2002, 12:59
<i> Dull paws padded slowly along as the odd male made his way. ONe eye of fire, a blazing crimson was locked ont he dirt, the other, dull, pale blue, scarred and blind. Odder then his eyes was perhaps his fur, for it was pure white, with a wild and unruly mane that fell near his eyes, grey, tinted like the stones that were the same. HIs body was built enough that he could handel himself, but still his claws were out, the looks of an outsider on him. But he wasnt..no..a wanderer, exiled from his home, alone and in a mood that could kill. Beware of the angered teenager..</i> Visit my art site!Email me! I love emails!Visit the Pheonix ChydleBLACK KNIGHT: 'Tis but a scratch.ARTHUR: A scratch? Your arm's off!~Monty Python and the Holy Grail --------------------------------------------------<i>Cold. So cold. Waking into a world where darkness is ruling, where shadows and fire dance in the unearthly silence of death. When right and wrong are melded. When I find this world, only then will I rest. When I rest I will not wake. I will burn out. I will die. I will end. This place is still being sought after. This place..this place called my mind..</i>~Silver <B> Heart of Darkness</B> A work of mine in progressI AM A PROUD SUPPORTER OF.. <i></i>