one: voice.
[There is a crackle of static, and then a voice sounds, caught between being charmed and irritated. There is a fuzzy thing still following him, but that is neither here or there.]
Let's play a game, shall we?
There once was a group of lost sheep, crying for the shepard. But he no longer existed as they did, and as well, all of the sheep had lost what they loved. The hill they were on was covered in glass and shadows, and some were fearful, mourning, lost and alone, as others only accepted their fate. Sighing and shifting, and moaning their uselessness. If there existed a wolf... Now which would he choose as prey?
Which would fall to hungry jaws, and which would be turned to wolves themselves in their hate?
It's a fun premise, I would think. Thoughts?~
Let's play a game, shall we?
There once was a group of lost sheep, crying for the shepard. But he no longer existed as they did, and as well, all of the sheep had lost what they loved. The hill they were on was covered in glass and shadows, and some were fearful, mourning, lost and alone, as others only accepted their fate. Sighing and shifting, and moaning their uselessness. If there existed a wolf... Now which would he choose as prey?
Which would fall to hungry jaws, and which would be turned to wolves themselves in their hate?
It's a fun premise, I would think. Thoughts?~