Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Apr 10, 2006 23:26:01 GMT -5
ooc| 
this is Tiki, Aur... lol 
Call The Blood On The Floor: Flint
Round Off The Arrogance As: Virile
Age The Vagabound: 4
The Blur That You Seek Shelter From: Obsidan*** (ignore what it says in meh siggy)
His ways of teaching: Dark
ooc| DONE!!!! [looks proud]
russet stained virile clambered up the steep incline to the dark lands, zenith towered high, melarkies flattened atop his skull, Who claims this domain? he bellowed, tassel erupted into a series of fits that snapped at his hinds. he snorted, paperthins expanding wildly, haunches set his brawny build into a fair trot, elegant cloak a whild blur as he travelled throughout the terrain. flints smashed the terra firma below, imprinting them with temporary tatooes until the next rainfall. They call me Flint, I step onto you, you break, I fall into your arms, You cease to catch me, I let the blood bleed, you scream and leave.. I do not understand, why you left me, in the rain, the pouring rain... to die, alone, a lie. Now I am back, to haunt to reak havoc, to kill... to slaughter those both lesser and higher than I. To taste the crimson that falls, to suck their lives out of them. Eat their souls, to make them fall to my flints.
appendages led the patron t'wards the aquilla, heafty visage lifted, nares expanded once more, despite their already enormous size they seemed to triple in sizing. his cranium was shaken as matted dreads swung pestily(sp?) into his occuli. serpentine coiled into his massive, expansive chest. lungs filled with the toxic carbon that filled the realm. A cunning steed he was, a composed beast filled with loathing inside. Loathing for whatever thought themselves higher than he. Lust grew to meet the femmora of the lands, perhaps the bxtch had a jackas.s as her right hand. perhaps she did not. brainpan splurged with new ideas that came to he. whipcord struck at his hocks repeatidly as he pondered the new burning inquiry, Was this so called "Queen" fit enough for her title? Did she have a mule? Was he worth his title? suddenly Flint snorted with laughter, of course not! he was not Satan's child, worse than that.. he was Satan. the topogrpahy was a vast landscape of fog and dense forestry, perfect for lupins (canine's) to hide their canvass' in. many burrows were also traps for equines to loose their footing, one fall and snap, their appendi would break.
hessian let a low sigh leave his ajar kissers, labrums pursed as he dared to speak once more, Dearest bxtch, show yourself to I, Flint, darkest czar of the land... or perhaps you are scared of me. Back down now I suggest if you think higher of yourself. he snickered, wishing to add more to his sentence though thought better of it. Aurora would hear what he had to say when he knew she was in earshot. brawny onyx corpse navigated aimlessly around the terra firma, visionnaries gazed about, looking for both deceased and living things. when the only living things seemed to be that of the vegetation beneath he, Flint extended his curvate to the sodden.
dentals graspt the emerald jades that dare grow this season. ivorns snapped greedily until he felt he had his fill, melarkies still melted to their graves, enamels grinded in annoyance, You better come bxtch, morose things happen to the best of us. shanks led his canvass to the shadowy depths were he stood, unerved by the spooky that engulphed(sp?) him. he felt quite at home were he stood, unmoving, his actions ceased. well, if the mighty slxt would not show, he would slumber. for if she did show, it was she who would now have to wait. too bad, so sad, it's the way it goes.
chains snapped at his hinds, bored expression he wore before his carcass slipped off into a slumber, his crania had this extremly annoying manner, it would bob from side to side, it would thwarp anyone unsuspecting it. his opticals were half closed though he truly was slumbering, awkward he was, they were excellent methods for catching one that thought he was the victim. his hind flint would seize up and kick out, a nasty habit of his it was. tassel swayed from it's axis, almost on purpose it struck either side of his belly rather than his hocks.
soon the virile awoke from his distant dreamery, his mind unblank, full of his slumber's nightmares. he snorted, he remembered it well. lots of screaming, crimson and snaps and cracks... just the way he liked it. accoustics grazed the top of his zenith, they pricked only once, and that was to hear if Aurora was near... when he felt certain she was not they laid to rest again. ebon bodice stayed perched in the shadowy depths to stay until the slxt showed her hide. it would be a while... he could feel it. Scared little butterfly? Scared to fly with the devil? Afraid not to land on your soft cushion? Tell you what, come with me, this is how it will be, I will be Dark King, you will be my slave, we'll live in unharmonized ways....
this is Tiki, Aur... lol 
Call The Blood On The Floor: Flint
Round Off The Arrogance As: Virile
Age The Vagabound: 4
The Blur That You Seek Shelter From: Obsidan*** (ignore what it says in meh siggy)
His ways of teaching: Dark
ooc| DONE!!!! [looks proud]
russet stained virile clambered up the steep incline to the dark lands, zenith towered high, melarkies flattened atop his skull, Who claims this domain? he bellowed, tassel erupted into a series of fits that snapped at his hinds. he snorted, paperthins expanding wildly, haunches set his brawny build into a fair trot, elegant cloak a whild blur as he travelled throughout the terrain. flints smashed the terra firma below, imprinting them with temporary tatooes until the next rainfall. They call me Flint, I step onto you, you break, I fall into your arms, You cease to catch me, I let the blood bleed, you scream and leave.. I do not understand, why you left me, in the rain, the pouring rain... to die, alone, a lie. Now I am back, to haunt to reak havoc, to kill... to slaughter those both lesser and higher than I. To taste the crimson that falls, to suck their lives out of them. Eat their souls, to make them fall to my flints.
appendages led the patron t'wards the aquilla, heafty visage lifted, nares expanded once more, despite their already enormous size they seemed to triple in sizing. his cranium was shaken as matted dreads swung pestily(sp?) into his occuli. serpentine coiled into his massive, expansive chest. lungs filled with the toxic carbon that filled the realm. A cunning steed he was, a composed beast filled with loathing inside. Loathing for whatever thought themselves higher than he. Lust grew to meet the femmora of the lands, perhaps the bxtch had a jackas.s as her right hand. perhaps she did not. brainpan splurged with new ideas that came to he. whipcord struck at his hocks repeatidly as he pondered the new burning inquiry, Was this so called "Queen" fit enough for her title? Did she have a mule? Was he worth his title? suddenly Flint snorted with laughter, of course not! he was not Satan's child, worse than that.. he was Satan. the topogrpahy was a vast landscape of fog and dense forestry, perfect for lupins (canine's) to hide their canvass' in. many burrows were also traps for equines to loose their footing, one fall and snap, their appendi would break.
hessian let a low sigh leave his ajar kissers, labrums pursed as he dared to speak once more, Dearest bxtch, show yourself to I, Flint, darkest czar of the land... or perhaps you are scared of me. Back down now I suggest if you think higher of yourself. he snickered, wishing to add more to his sentence though thought better of it. Aurora would hear what he had to say when he knew she was in earshot. brawny onyx corpse navigated aimlessly around the terra firma, visionnaries gazed about, looking for both deceased and living things. when the only living things seemed to be that of the vegetation beneath he, Flint extended his curvate to the sodden.
dentals graspt the emerald jades that dare grow this season. ivorns snapped greedily until he felt he had his fill, melarkies still melted to their graves, enamels grinded in annoyance, You better come bxtch, morose things happen to the best of us. shanks led his canvass to the shadowy depths were he stood, unerved by the spooky that engulphed(sp?) him. he felt quite at home were he stood, unmoving, his actions ceased. well, if the mighty slxt would not show, he would slumber. for if she did show, it was she who would now have to wait. too bad, so sad, it's the way it goes.
Have you ever loved someone so much you given on for,
Not the expression, No, literally given on for,
When they know your their heart,
And you know you are their armor,
And you would destroy anything,
That would try to harm 'er,
But when happens when carma turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you despite you,
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?
Not the expression, No, literally given on for,
When they know your their heart,
And you know you are their armor,
And you would destroy anything,
That would try to harm 'er,
But when happens when carma turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you despite you,
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?
chains snapped at his hinds, bored expression he wore before his carcass slipped off into a slumber, his crania had this extremly annoying manner, it would bob from side to side, it would thwarp anyone unsuspecting it. his opticals were half closed though he truly was slumbering, awkward he was, they were excellent methods for catching one that thought he was the victim. his hind flint would seize up and kick out, a nasty habit of his it was. tassel swayed from it's axis, almost on purpose it struck either side of his belly rather than his hocks.
soon the virile awoke from his distant dreamery, his mind unblank, full of his slumber's nightmares. he snorted, he remembered it well. lots of screaming, crimson and snaps and cracks... just the way he liked it. accoustics grazed the top of his zenith, they pricked only once, and that was to hear if Aurora was near... when he felt certain she was not they laid to rest again. ebon bodice stayed perched in the shadowy depths to stay until the slxt showed her hide. it would be a while... he could feel it. Scared little butterfly? Scared to fly with the devil? Afraid not to land on your soft cushion? Tell you what, come with me, this is how it will be, I will be Dark King, you will be my slave, we'll live in unharmonized ways....
