Lyara
Sis collapsed valley; Gray, heavy and silent, Soil has absorbed the blood of the past, no more A bark that does not accept vital He's back. Harven Tapina's Yikik Between his belts, two figures were still. The wind hit the wall walls, but He couldn't touch the empty between them. There It was a timeless nerve. Kaela is like a grave in black armor it was standing. His eyes were still, but inside anger in the chest like a fired storm He was turning. Their steps were determined; Each one is quiet He goes down to the soil like a death edict, trail he did not leave. Kilic in the Sirmin, yet It didn't take it, but it was about time. Lyara, like flame whose hair is burning in the wind While being thrown, cold and fixed as a statue seeing. Light bending of his knees The flawless balance of the body, which comes with instinct It was a warrior's calmness. Dagger It was ready. But his eyes are not in front of him, He was looking at a lot older. A decision, one Your emotion based on the oldest than betrayal with weight. No word was said. There was no steel sakirt.
About Lyara
Sis collapsed valley; Gray, heavy and silent, Soil has absorbed the blood of the past, no more A bark that does not accept vital He's back. Harven Tapina's Yikik Between his belts, two figures were still. The wind hit the wall walls, but He couldn't touch the empty between them. There It was a timeless nerve. Kaela is like a grave in bla...Read more