by Leviathan~ » Tue Jul 24, 2012 5:45 am
Sam...
Sam took his paw and drew to fangs on the mouth. Then he let his canines sit outside of his mouth, like fangs.
A lone rook sits poised at the edge of a cliff, sword drawn, eyes open. Against him, an army, its size near unfathomable. The rook smiles.
If only it were a fair fight.