Ace of Knaves
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There was a storm brewing overhead, the warm winds that had been whipping across the meadow had turned chilly and savage in mere moments. The madness of the storm flashed in sparks in the clouds, dancing across the heavens in a deadly play of power and force. There was a mocking tone to the thunder that chased the lightning across the skies, the rolling boom of the echo of chaos unrestrained. It was pure and simple but so savage and deadly all the same. The bolt of lightning ripped across the sky again as the figure of a single soul stood in the middle of the meadow, dancing in the wake of the storm, daring the raging tempest to bring forth the might and glory that nature could only grant to the world.. and the mother listened.

His dark hued face was turned up in greeting to the whipping winds, his own rain soaked mane lashing across his face and shoulders as he let his voice challenge the beast above. A bone chilling howl, more yipping and lonely like that of a coyote broke out across the lands, rolling with the thunder as the storm met him like a lover. He knew in the hours after the tempest had past that he would regret the chill that would have crept to his bones and there would be nothing left of the glory of it all but the aftermath left in it's wake... it was the same way between the way of the beasts that roamed the lands.. he was in the height of his life.. and one day he knew he would fall.. but it wasn't today.


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