The hiss of steam. It was always there. It had always been there. If there were two things that were certain in the world, it was that the steam would always rise in the morning and that the steam never stopped, but Leo wasn't sure about the first one.
The massive, bronze Spartan stomped through the remains of his beloved Greece. He visited the Hot Gates, where his name sake had fought and died against Xerxes. It was there that he sat, and thought, oblivious to the world around him now.
The massive, bronze Spartan stomped through the remains of his beloved Greece. He visited the Hot Gates, where his name sake had fought and died against Xerxes. It was there that he sat, and thought, oblivious to the world around him now.
You are on: Forums » General Roleplay » We 300 - The Centurions (OPEN!)
Moderators: Mina, Keke, Cass, Auberon, Claine, Ilmarinen, Ben, Darth_Angelus