Post by Jose on Apr 28, 2011 10:09:25 GMT -5
Nowe took a step off the branch,pumpeting towards the hard earth,then pulled up sweeping high in the sky.Wings graceful and deadly as he headed to find the prophet known as Jose.His soft lips curled into a menacing grin as he thought of what he about to do: posses a son of Apollo then order to kill his sweet little pixie.
