Raziel99
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2009
He had taken flight, both swords in hand and leading his own small battalion to where the scouts had said. The enemy was on the move, towards them, and he had to make a stand. All of the soldiers with him agreed with that.
Raziel de Vaux sprouted wings of night black feathers and was lying a mere mile away from the enemy. Only a few minutes until contact. his blue eyes kept open and wary, taking in everything. he wore a black cloak and black pants and shirt, to keep him blended in with the shadows. Everyone knew his name, and his silhouette against the moon would be devastating to the enemy's moral, he knew.
Raziel de Vaux sprouted wings of night black feathers and was lying a mere mile away from the enemy. Only a few minutes until contact. his blue eyes kept open and wary, taking in everything. he wore a black cloak and black pants and shirt, to keep him blended in with the shadows. Everyone knew his name, and his silhouette against the moon would be devastating to the enemy's moral, he knew.