Post by long tail on Nov 5, 2007 22:39:36 GMT -5
The Great Desert on first observation, looks desolate, void of all life but on closer inspection it actualy holds vast amounts of life, some small who hide in the sand and some large who walk the sands and the rocky outcrops. Very few who aren't born in the dessert can walk the path of the wind riders but those like the Pteranodon, Quetzaloatlus and the sky bax humans ride it above the clouds and through the mists of places like water fall city, but for those who walk and run, the wind carries them across the earth at great speeds, such speeds that can only be controlled by the very quickest of two leged creatures.
The sand and dust was being picked up in large amounts and thrown into the wind as he ran, the clouds that apeard made it look like a sand storm was following him acrose the sandy dunes of the desert, his speed was increadable but that was to be expected of a wind rider such as Longtail his sleak well balanced body peircing the very air infront of him making it as easy for him to ride the wind like a tallen could cut through silk. And then he stops just on top of a flat shelf of rock and the wind blows the sand and dust he had picked up, over him and the winds continue for you cant stop the winds and the sands in the wind keep following in the look of a sand storm.
Longtail laughs and steadies his heart from the excieration he has just had from riding the winds of the desert he loves to ride them every morning and every evening but that is about to chang even if he dosent know it.
The sand and dust was being picked up in large amounts and thrown into the wind as he ran, the clouds that apeard made it look like a sand storm was following him acrose the sandy dunes of the desert, his speed was increadable but that was to be expected of a wind rider such as Longtail his sleak well balanced body peircing the very air infront of him making it as easy for him to ride the wind like a tallen could cut through silk. And then he stops just on top of a flat shelf of rock and the wind blows the sand and dust he had picked up, over him and the winds continue for you cant stop the winds and the sands in the wind keep following in the look of a sand storm.
Longtail laughs and steadies his heart from the excieration he has just had from riding the winds of the desert he loves to ride them every morning and every evening but that is about to chang even if he dosent know it.