Friday, September 18, 2015



DEMACIA!!!! Roared Garen as he lept from the wall crushing two men underneath his feet as he fell. He slashed through another as he charge toward him, and thrust his blade into two men at the same time. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, that sound was too familiar. Garen turned his head to see Draven standing there spinning his axe and grinning like a fat kid in a room full of donuts. Garen pulled his sword from the two bodies and turned to face Draven as the fell. “Vile scourge.” He taunted pointing his sword towards Draven.
“You want some Draven?”
He replied ceasing to spin his axe. And squaring off with Garen. “DRAVEN! Darius promised me Garen” both men turned to see Katrina the sinister blade come striding up. She was beautiful with a dark look and red hair. Garen and Katrina had long been enemies and both were ready to end it now. Katrina gave Garen a dark smile then drew her cricked blades they glistened in the sun beautiful and evil at the same time.
  “DEMACIA!” Garen yelled and the two warriors charged one another.  
  “You like my weapon?” Juarvan asked Darius. Darius just laughed.
“Juarvan I will show you true strength.” Darius taunted.
  “Then come at me!”
  “For Noxus!”
   “DEMACIA!”
  And the charged.  
     “Leona… Here Leona… Don’t hide from Draven.”
   Leona’s breath was calm and steady, she could feel her sweat running down her cheek and moved to wipe it. Her elbow caught on a nearby stack of woven baskets as they fell they fell pretty quietly. But daven only to see.
  “I have found you Leona.” He said in a mocking tone. “Why don’t you come out and play?”
  “You make me sick Draven.” She said coming out of her hiding place.
  “Ah you are so beautiful.” Draven said. “Why don’t we just forget this little fight and you just come with me?”
  “Because you smell like a butcher.”
  “Now, now no need to be rude Leona. Let’s just all get along.”
  “Then leave.” She said
  “Can’t happen… So you want some draven?”
  “Go to hell!”
  “Hahaha come at me pretty!”
  And they charged.  

Monday, April 30, 2012

A peek at my story

  Traten Zork swung his rope over his head, and threw it between calves legs. It was a perfect heel shot the calf took a couple steps forward, Traten pulled his slack and dallied up. As he turned to drag the calf to the fire, he caught a glimpse of his brother, Jacob Zork as he pulled off a back hand heel shot.
  Traten, and Jacob looked a lot alike. both with brown hair thou, Traten's was darker, they both had blue eyes, and they were well muscled.       

Friday, April 20, 2012