Kimbunga's Reign // Prolouge

[Kipekee]

The night sky had painted the world blue, unless you were in Africa, where dawn had dusted the darkness with lavender and specks of orange. A large lion silhouette starts to make it's way to Slash Mountain, which really was a hill. One, two, three, four, five silhouettes run up to the original, and bow to it. The Force Clan. Made up of Sunlit Death, Bloody Moon, Apocalypse, and Falxo. Falxo, the scarred one, the unlucky bud, the ugly one of the batch. No, he had an ebony pelt with pink scars to make him look like a tiger. His seeing blindness completed his look. He was rather handsome.
Kimbunga, the original silhouette, walked into the BloodSpill Cave. It was behind Slash Mountain, and where the Force Clan lived. Really, the Slashlands was a dangerous place to live.
All six blood thirsty creatures curled up for the night, except Kimbunga remained wide awake.
It wasn't insomnia. More like regrets for what she had done.

[ShadowMist]

Cool! Your a really good writer!

[Kipekee]

Thank you!