The dusk falls...but the raven is still flying....


but why has this happened....being tough you stood beside me... i loved you mom... but still you fell.... and this time you fell for good....
here is my story......


Her horns whatever she had left, she rammed into his sides, he lifted his head thrashing, nocking her off her feet, her shoulder bleeding, for she fell onto a rock. She lifted her head so she could see me. He bit her shoulder again. She got up fighting for her life, he pushed and shoved. but she wouldnt budge. She kicked his mask off completely. And rammed her antlers into his face, making him run off into the darkness.... She fell onto her nees, sweaty and bloody, she got up but fell down again, but that was the last time she ever fell....