The Hunt

June 13, 2012
Floating slowly on the emerald tide, above a jagged sea of fluorescent rainbow rock, a small pearly seagull drifted. Under the surface on silent fins, traveled a coal black demon. Softly stalking the innocent, unstained, white angel of the sky, this midnight horror prepared to strike. Cutting the water it leapt in the air, emeralds scattered everywhere. Crimson rubies flooded the scene, removing the innocence from being.

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