Once in some days, unknown as past, present, nor future, a Moonflower Ivy grew to the sky. In the dark air, winged creatures with blood red skin and some creatures that were bare, with nothing but black feathers flew about. The red beings flew in one direction and the black beings in the other. The Gods above cried with grey tears that turned the blue moon to stone. During the lunar cycle on only one night, the two races battled fiercely with great force. The red, bat-like creatures followed one creature with horns while the black, crow-like creatures were controlled by the Gods. Each phase of the stone moon shone with fog as the wars broke.
The horned leader always wandered alone when the battles were not waged. Along the forest and atop …show more content…
“Excellent, my sweet. Give me here those buds.”
The imp grabbed one sand and blew it on the flowers. The petals turned a lavish shade of grey and the vixen smiled and ran off to the stone cabin of the stag. She knocked three times and called to the stag. When he emerged he asked if she had found the flowers. She presented the silver beauties and the stag crooned with joy. The vixen gave a look from east to west but did not see the honed one.
“I shall return dear stag.”
The vixen left the stag there, only to soon come upon a fawn. The fawn said to her:
“Has fallen down a well, lovely vixen. The horned one calls for you.”
The vixen raced through the brush and sticks and ran for hours she came across a spider’s web on the ninth hour and said:
“Great black widow, where is the well that traps my beloved?”
“Down the hill and through those mountains, my dear vixen.”
The vixen ran down the hill and through the mountains and then came across a monkey wearing a bright red vest.
“Agile ape, where is the well that traps my
The horned leader always wandered alone when the battles were not waged. Along the forest and atop …show more content…
“Excellent, my sweet. Give me here those buds.”
The imp grabbed one sand and blew it on the flowers. The petals turned a lavish shade of grey and the vixen smiled and ran off to the stone cabin of the stag. She knocked three times and called to the stag. When he emerged he asked if she had found the flowers. She presented the silver beauties and the stag crooned with joy. The vixen gave a look from east to west but did not see the honed one.
“I shall return dear stag.”
The vixen left the stag there, only to soon come upon a fawn. The fawn said to her:
“Has fallen down a well, lovely vixen. The horned one calls for you.”
The vixen raced through the brush and sticks and ran for hours she came across a spider’s web on the ninth hour and said:
“Great black widow, where is the well that traps my beloved?”
“Down the hill and through those mountains, my dear vixen.”
The vixen ran down the hill and through the mountains and then came across a monkey wearing a bright red vest.
“Agile ape, where is the well that traps my