Snippet #1540634

A lean figure walked out of a dark alleyway wearing casual street clothes and a great sword slung over his shoulder emanating a dark blue aura. He looks up into the cloudless blue sky. Then slowly walks down a street his clothes moving with the slight breeze of warm air. He looks around.
"So this is where my people used to rule ... and will rule again"
Then he laughed deeply with a voice that would shake the soul of the meek and empower the strong. The laugh echoes down the street, then fades into the distance. He stopped walking abruptly as a darkness seemed to form from the ground beside him. As is twisted and coiled around Shadow it whispered. The voice was that of a wise man, an innocent boy and a viscous warlord all as one. it, was the voice of deceit.
"It is time for me, us, our people to return this vast land to its rightful owners. What happens here will be written down in history books for ages. Children will read of this time in awe and some in fear. Now take your first step into history."
The midnight smoke swept from its perch on shadows shoulder and formed in the shape of a large wolf. The thin chains traced around its neck and coiled around its legs. The last hint of smoke still trailed off its body till it turned white and formed deep hypnotic swirls on its body. Shadow and the wolf walk down the street. The wolf's sharp claws grating against the the stone of the street.