Post by Elros Vardamir on Apr 15, 2007 21:50:15 GMT -5
Red eyes scoured the deserted streets. The sand underneath his feet was soft and he knew that it would feel cool if he bent down to feel it. Elros sniffed, and the stench of the undead filled his nose. Everything was stained with red twilight. The hem of his dark purple cloak brushed the dark earth as his eyes looked carefully about.[/size]