Friday, March 7, 2014

100 Words a Day 569 La Pintura Negra 12/15

The soldiers took aim at the people below. The bullets dropped several members of the procession, sending the rest into flight, frantic to reach the safety of the mountaintop. With a banshee howl, two of the marchers leapt into the sky and went hurdling towards the soldiers. One was a man of dirty, olive skin, his features orcish. The other, a woman, was pale-skinned. Her strange features were hidden by a brilliant red cloak that stood out amid the drab and muddy land. The two flyers screamed and incantated, but to no avail. The ruthless firing of the soldiers continued.

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