The ground cracked as it shaped up into two figures. The process took many hours, byt had finally taken place, the colour being the last to be added. There stood the reincarnations of both Tibodico of the Silver and Shadra of the Kineara. They were cold and emotionless. Not the real beings, but rather images of them, taken from the angered spirits which are resting in an unknown place. It wasn't long before they were walking off, side by side, completely inhuman yet graceful, as though nature itself was running through them. They were not living creatures, yet they were not objects. How confusing.
{Tibodico/Shadra returned and left topic}
