Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jul 11, 2006 19:52:39 GMT -5
The silven hued frame glowered in corded masses stretched richly with a glinting pallid hide. Perched nobly atop a lifted quirk in earth's mechanism, allowing shifts both hinden and crownbearer spile to frolick in his wake with wind's merciless plight. Handcrafted visage wore hard, bleak expressions, as thaugh he were plotting devious riegn upon the billowing jades below.
Sleek, corded crownbearer arched meniachally, twin melarchs melted aback to a silven summit...which was usually vacant of such intrusions. Chasmed extensions stouted, as if rooted to earth's flesh...stiff as boards in the lowering evening skyfire. As all light around him dimmed to cold darkness...he found his life reflecting. Mobolo...was dead...his world had upturned.
A slew prism rimmed righten half of a charcoal and hard glare, which loosed and rolled presumptuously down the side of a tensed cheekplate. Solids lidded themselves hard in both sadness and frustration as coalwashed mug bent into a toned chest.
This mighty being, arch naped, billowing shifted and glinting in silven nobility to be viewn in all his glory atop a great cliff, a true king at the summit of his vast terrace...burned inside. Burned with the intensity of apollo's skybound fire twice around. His love...was lost. His organ...had been shattered. His life...plunged into cold, unforgiving and merciless darkness...which seemed ever to follow in his wake.
Sleek, corded crownbearer arched meniachally, twin melarchs melted aback to a silven summit...which was usually vacant of such intrusions. Chasmed extensions stouted, as if rooted to earth's flesh...stiff as boards in the lowering evening skyfire. As all light around him dimmed to cold darkness...he found his life reflecting. Mobolo...was dead...his world had upturned.
A slew prism rimmed righten half of a charcoal and hard glare, which loosed and rolled presumptuously down the side of a tensed cheekplate. Solids lidded themselves hard in both sadness and frustration as coalwashed mug bent into a toned chest.
This mighty being, arch naped, billowing shifted and glinting in silven nobility to be viewn in all his glory atop a great cliff, a true king at the summit of his vast terrace...burned inside. Burned with the intensity of apollo's skybound fire twice around. His love...was lost. His organ...had been shattered. His life...plunged into cold, unforgiving and merciless darkness...which seemed ever to follow in his wake.
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