Hello ^^ my name is Winged Lion Spirit and I wrote a story :) (or at least the prologue ^^')
WARNING! This is my FIRST story so it might need some additional work (don't worry, I don't need a beta right now ^^).
If I do good, I'll put up the first chapter (still in progress), so read and tell me what you think :) but if it's a flame PLEASE BE CONSTRUCTIVE! I don't like bashers or mean people:(
Well, here it is. ENJOY! :D
'What?' = thought
Prologue
It was a peaceful night in the Soul Society. The full moon shone brightly. The stars twinkled faintly. A soft night breeze blew through the quiet land.
But all was not what it seems.
In the forest surrounding the Rukongai, a lone figure stood on top of a tall tree, watching the unusually calm city. The breeze reaches the mysterious stranger, who takes the chance to raise his fur covered head to sniff the air.
'Yes, I'm close.' Thought the unknown figure as he detected the scent he's been following for many weeks in the wind. 'My plan will be set in motion and I will finally the legendary orange shinigami.'
His blood red eyes narrowed and a small smirk appeared on his lips (showing his razor sharp teeth) at the thought. Eager for his long desired encounter with the orange reaper, the foreigner unraveled his white feathered wings and took off into the night.
What's to come, remains unknown.
AND DONE! C: Here's the Prologue. If you like it, review and favorite it :)
(Drake the Gunner appears out of nowhere)
Drake: "You owe me."
Lion: "What? Why?
Drake: "I let you use MY computer to finish and publish this. And feels gooood don't it?"
Lion: *hits Drake* SHUT UP! But thanks though."
Drake: OUCH! DAMMIT BITCH! OUROBOROS! I'LL LET YOU FEEL THE MOST EXSQUISITE PAIN MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Lion: *tickles Drake's sides*
Drake: "AH! STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!"