The sky was dark as

his soul. The wind bit

(By the way, we already have one of these, but I'll let it slip since the other one was becoming insane. Let's see how long this one retains its sanity)

At his face as he

waited in the alleyway. It

was full of the purest cheese (sorry, TF, couldn't resist after reading your comment)

was a cold night, and

all was still. Even though

he was terrified he stood

rigidly against the night air

eating biscuits in the moonlight

aha I ghad to do that!
Ignore it and continued with: the wind blew silently and

his eyes flickered nervously as

a dark figure came into

focus on the horizon. It

carried a sword, and the

blade was drawn, shining in

light stained with blood. The

waiting man moved his hand

to pull his trilby down

so that the man didn't

notice his white hair. In

this land, white hair was

a very good sign as

it was believed that it

it was a sign of

noble blood. A hiss of

(Still here!) ;)

contempt reached his ear as

(good good!! :D)

he heard this. He looked

up, looking into the eyes

himself. He could not understand

what had made this man

or why. The man stared...

(sorry, I couldn't resist joining, so if you wish you may disregard this)

back, his lips forming a

contemptuous sneer. This would be

a tense meeting, but a

necessary one. The voice of...

destiny was calling out from

tomorrow, and today they needed

to settle this thing, this...

important decision that clouds their

every thought like a shroud. ^_^

And seemed to be so