cog_nomen: (hmmm)
2007-11-01 09:39 am

Nanowrimo, night 1:

Working Title: Freedom King
Wordcount: 820/50,000
Working Sample:

He was tall, it seemed as tall as the trees that surrounded them there, where time had frozen with his sudden presence in the wood. Darkly, his hair poured over his shoulders like an unbridled tide. His power was almost thick enough to taste, radiating from his tensed shoulders - from his readied stance. His sword - dark metal that seemed to push the light from the place around it - seemed an extension of his arm.