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« Reply #1 on Mar 26, 2006, 2:23pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
|.| What Hell Offers, I Take with a sick mind|.|
Pranceing flints came high to his chest, sure he was lined arab, but nothing said he was pure in that form. Andalusion blood ran through him as well. See my dark ooids lover? Gaze into them and get lost. Beautiful was the charred darkness the hung over the ruins of what was once the land of light lords. No more light was here. No the air was the scent of hell, pure posin. Breath deeply, get dizzy. Fall to your kness fellow hell raisers. Bloody war had been sent upon this land. The turf still wailed with lost light souls who had been punished to purgatory. Oh yes, no heaven existed for them. Wounder on, let flints of ebon carry me to the castel in which my obsession dwells. Lost your alabaster beauty into the shadows in that hall. I seek you out, I'll find you. What turn of fourtune had lead him to a young goddess? Oh wounderful was it to dwell in such a land where blood flowed from ever crack in the jagged walls of the dark. The pooling blood, new and old, the smell of it was so welcomed into his nars. Flared to extend welcome to the postion in which he seemed to get high from. Where are you? Did you abondon me to the dark? He stood within the hall. His form was well hidden, yet, as well was hers. The moon gem he had found blened so well with the dark. Tastey was her blood still upon his tounge.
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Power in the purest form. Call my name. Bring me up to yourt level then knock me down. Take my blood and let it pour and stain thy walls of thy bed room. He let a smirk lighten his features as he stood by a window that was in the hall. The moon reflected off of his blood hued vessel. He was tall. Taller then the young moon gem called Evoke. His obsession and pure addiction. Paper-thins blowing in and out, making hushed noises, flared to catch a sent of something, but it was all so mixed up he could not tell. Must have been a lot in this land, a lot must have died and already rotted among the tree roots also. Daggers moving like that of a ghost, he fled to the shadows, with the demons he carried around in his dream box. Snorting he let out a sigh. He had traveled a long way to get here, and now, he knows not of what is in store for his future, if he ever really had one. Lamps scanning the horizon through the window,she saw nothing but blackness. Something he loved and adored to see. The moon shown itself, and left a blinding glaze off the bloody pelt he owned. Time wopuld come, time would tell. He let chassi rumble and as he erected his nape to an arch his tendrils of ebon fell like water as he let his vocals rumble from the silent rotting walls of her hell.
"Make this my Purgatory. Absolutly wounderful Evoke."
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« Reply #3 on Mar 26, 2006, 4:00pm » | |
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
He watched her. What have you given up? Your sanity to be with me. Dear, could it be... His flints moved not, scared if he moved that he would lose her touch so he stood htere. He wasent the beast that he protrayed himself as, he could be calm and loving. He knoew he could, he had only loved one before her, that love that you would die for them, the kind where just being beside them is enough to keep you happy. All these thoughs, reminded him of the light, but, he did not care for the moment. His blood hued bodice stood beside her. She was smaller then he, so fragile in his ooids. He would protect her. He would show her, that even if he was 7 years around the sun, he could be calm and loce her. He shut his ooids, the light reflecting of her pelt was blinding, Moon gem.Moon gem will you have a beaten stag, old in his years and battered in his nature. So dark and beatly, but soft for you. What if i made a promise to give my life for you.
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
What he said was barely a whisper. Teach me wrong from right. I'll leave this life behind me. I'm falling. He stood beside her. His maw parted as his hiss echoed from the walls, was it that loud of was the silence so definate. He let his boa extend down toward hers. His maw parted as he nipped her slightly, playing with her tendrisl. Whats inside the castel walls, What emotions we show, no otehrs but the scattering rats can see. He let his breath tease her nape. Oh play a game of sanity? i dare not, I've done lsot mine to you. He nudged her nape, his barrel touching her. He watched her out of his ooids. Moon gem. My valueable gem. Will you have me and takle me as yours? Where had he plucked that name for her. He was running in circles on the inside. His soft caring side had emerged for the first time in four years. Loving you makes me crazy.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yhea you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
[Lyrics: GooGoo Dolls-Iris]
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Towers: 16 hh
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Years in Hell: 4
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« Reply #4 on Mar 26, 2006, 9:50pm » | |
[]Sry tehe if posty sux.[]
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« Reply #6 on Mar 27, 2006, 5:36pm » | |
|.|Drawn into this insanity, hanging by a thread.|.|
Im glad you accept my offer.
He let a grin come across his features. His words soothed the damp walls, there breath waqs to be seen in quick fading clouds as it left there nares.He stood there watching her bodice. What a beautiful thing. What a morbid, rotten souless beautiful creature. He sighed contently and then relaxed a hind flint as she spoke. Her words were soothing and his mind was tired. His bodice, no It was not, the chance to be one with her had put him on a forever high. His flank twitched as a bloodsucker stuck him in his blood supply. No doubt the last of the season as the forst sign of snow had fallen upon her land. His auds twitched back then fprward as she spoke again. In the darkness he swore she ahd just called him her king. His attition was on her maw. Had it spilled theose words?
Beg your pardon love?
His face was relaxed but was drawn tight at the maw. His auds were pertched forward upon his blood hued skull. His man flowed over one ooid as he watched her. His thoughts wounder for a mintute to her bodice, how perfectly chiusseled she was. Then he saw her ooids, The most expressive he had ever seen in his entire seven years. It was almost unreal. This fantast brought forth and given to him, and she had taken him in, and if his auds did not decieve him, called him her king.
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Towers: 16 hh
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« Reply #8 on Apr 1, 2006, 12:14am » | |
[[Read this carefully!!]]
Even though I Try To Fly
Long colorless tendrils of hair drifted around Zerstoren's face like that of a Doves’s wing. The calm breeze with its long slender fingers wound her hair around in the air. Her surrounding prison made of bark and leaves rustled in the light blow. Pillars coated like fog moved like a shadow across the dotted forest. The trees stretching into a tangled life form as she moved past them. They ached from her mere sight. Her stench sent the birds fleeing and squawking and the deer tails flashed white warnings in the corner of her ooids. Nothing stood in her way as she slid unnoticed into her forest, the tangled tendrils of horror in her mind that lay hidden within. Much of her life she had spent training for a war the never existed in her life time but in that of her fathers. Be prepared he bellowed and sent her off at 3 weeks of age to kill another foal, her friend. She had betrayed her friend, stabbed her in the back with thrusts and blows, bites from small tender ivories that would and did develop into a weapon of there own. Many a night she lay away upon the cold soil that she had shed blood on, wallowing in fear and hate for every mortal being. Pity would get you no where. It had never got her nothing but more beatings from her ivory hued father. On outward appearances he was an angel sent from heaven. On the inside he was Satan himself, sent from the pits of hell to do everything to a soul until it begged for the freedom of death. She shook her obsidian dial. Thoughts as these got you no where. Never did and never would. Her alabaster pelt was stained with blood from her father, a kill so old but so fresh in her mind. The sweet taste of revenge still lingered upon her tongue, and that was what had stained herbivores ivories the nasty horrid yellow they were now. Smirk had slid across her ashen maw as she thought of her father’s death, sending her adrenaline on high again. Bone shattering thrusts and blows, ear piercing screams of fear and despise later fallowed by bellows of pain and mercy, and a shrill cry of victory not uttered by her father’s vocals, no, by her very own. Defeating her trainer, a goal she had excelled at, it was most surprisingly easy indeed. Her father was old and did not have the speed that she had and his muscles weak from telling her what to do, not showing her. A stupid scrap of equine blood, a waste of oxygen is what he had been, yet he had made a good life lesson. Live or die. Fight or flee. The inner instincts that ran an equines very brain.
Colorless tassels that flowed from her ash hued crest hung limp and tangled on her nape. She made her way easily through the winding trees as they yawned and gave her a wide birth. This forest held its own life, its own black magic that she dare not disturb with noises. She was not audible, even to the wolf, Unseen even by the hawk and un felt even by the very earth she slipped across. The clearing in which she had found days ago was a few hundred feet ahead and she would bid her time until the earth unfolded for her to enter. The evening light had disappeared now and there were no shadows as the moon was young and low in the sky, half hidden by the horizon on which it sat lazily. When it reached its peak in the sky she would emerge. The forest yawning awake with its nightly activities and would bid her passing. She was now at the edge of her prison and would not force herself past the vines and trees that caged her. Her zeniths peaked forward they swiveled around her dial capturing the deer that moved to there night sleeping grounds and the owls that were just awaking. The mice that chattered among the grounds foliage and the bats that swooped over the tree line over head. The dark to all others was said to be the death of day, but it was as active, if not more, then the day itself. The moon had moved swiftly but had slowed on its up hill climb into the velvet sky that was clear. Every star and celestial fire flies glittered alive and danced until its very peak. The trees started to yawn and bid her leave. They swooned and swayed with the night’s breeze and then the lunar patterns begun. The earths shadow was cast over the moon, turning it into a black hole in the night. The forest amused at what it saw let her go as she stepped out into freedom of the field. She stared up at it, the stars yawning in amazement and for the brief moment the world around her had no light, no hope, just like the world inside her. She let her ooids absorb the once in the life time occurrence as it happened and faded away. Light so many things in her life. Her colorless tendrils moved not and her chords were stilled as the earths breath stilled and everything was the dead silent one had said it was. Then as the moon re-emerged into the velvet sky all life was restored. Something that was not happening inside her obsidian corpse.
A Butterfly Cant Fly With Broken Wings
[[I'll reply with Bent after you post to her, she kinda invaded your lands tehehe]]
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Cursed: Bent Perceptions
Molded: Stallion
Years in Hell: 7
Towers: 16 hh
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Molded: Vixen
Years in Hell: 4
Towers: 15 hh
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