I came across something very, very old a while back... It had the exact same music. Sometimes nostalgia is more inspiring than inspiration itself.
Two cats stood on the face of a hill, looking down at a small, peaceful town settled with many different things. People, cats, dogs, serpents, even a few birds. Happy, alive, well. Sheltering from the rain. They did not have anything sophisticated. No cars, no TVs, no electricity. Back then the only thing electric was the lightning striking. The cats looked down on the village. One smiled a long, sharp-toothed smile, and the other could not smile nor move his mouth. "When will we ever learn not to interfere in the workings of non-magic mortals?" asked the smiling one, his dark blue fur wet with rain... And blood. The other one spoke without moving his mouth, 'When you die, I assume. Not saying the lives you've expended won't come back and you regretting it.' he spoke. "Let's 'ave a bit of fun, eh?" said the blue one. They walked on, and didn't even notice a sigh of relief in the brush behind them. A young boy, barely 100, fell from a big tree behind them. He had two large, curious, slitted golden eyes. He had a good head of black, curly hair. When he smiled, four large fangs were seen. Snake fangs. Art, writing and characters (C) Me
