Red-eyeswhitedragon's Literatures

Rumbling of the ground

Their glistening fur as bright and captivating as the moon’s glow

Rays of moonlight dancing on the forest floors

Illuminating a path to either victory or despair

Mother Earth shaking in fear

A war to soon commence

A howl loud enough to shake the canyon walls like an earthquake

The time looms close

A battle for of the fittest

Only the survivors to make it out alive

Carrying the pride to be able to

Walk on the grounds just as gods have

Fangs barring as sharp as daggers

Ready to slice through anything it touched

A battle to commence with only the strongest to come out alive

It was Silver’s final cry