Post by † Shadow† on Mar 31, 2006 20:12:21 GMT -5
As the duration of the prolonged day lengthened, a pitch curtain fell over the horizon, with a sterling giant sphere over taking the giant flaming sphere. Even though how unlikely it seemed, the smaller one beat the sphere of flames, locking it away in the depths beneath the unseen horizon. Though; not for long, for soon enough the flaming sphere would once more conquer over the sterling globe. d**ned ball of fire, I enjoy the curtain of darkness, it is more pleasing than that of the light. For in fact, the bestowing of light upon the Godforsaken region, which left no space what-so-ever for the element of surprise. For under the cover of the nocturne…anything could happen….whether know or unknown, seen or unseen. Something was bound to happen, wanted? Maybe. Good or bad? No one can be sure what happens in the curtain of night. Not even the siege of darkness and all things d**ned and forsaken, Satan.
Silently I prowled the forestry which, like all the rest of the vast region where I now found myself, was a dark hole with around every blind corner either lied your fate. Your fate was the way out, or death. Ahh, sweet, sweet death. How fun and utterly enjoyable for me. Not for you? Well guess what, I do not care what you pathetic narrow minded soul thinks of me. It’s my life, my decision, and I will live it how ever the hell I fell like living it. What? Now you asking me how one so young as I, be so steadfast in my ways and intelligent beyond my belittled rotations? Well, well looks like we have an invalid on out plate now doesn’t it? Either way…let just say I have been through a lot for one who has only survived maybe one rotation. Here is a hint in life, first hand experience brings knowledge.
Oxygen generators released a lingering cloud of carbon Dioxide as my petite Arabic lined craftsmanship prowled onward. Serpentine held my pitch skull as high as it could, without having it be titled at a slope. With pride for myself unpretentious physique swerved in and out of the tall towers. Some aligned with rough coverings, others with smooth peeling covering, While others held skeleton-like branches which reached out like a bony limb, latching onto the nearest footslogger with its pointy sharp petruding needles. Dark pitiless visage searched long an hard for her unbeknownst destination, for she soon would stop, calling this territory her homestead.
A string of the eerie luminous glow from the sterling sphere plummeted down, in between a gap in the high canopy above. The glow encircled my structure in a way a a mother caressed her young, for I was indeed a child of darkness. From the luminous glow that caressed me tenderly, the three deep crimson streaks that decorated my pitch shanks seemed to add a glaze-ish tone to it. Blunt pitch chain lashed out as far as it could, striking down against my torn flesh, sending a stinging sensation raging through my unpretentious, volatile, yet strong-willed sculpture. Ticker ignored the seething pain, for it bothered me in the least. If I was to say anything about the tear that outstretched over my clockwise side all the way over to the counter-clockwise proportion.
Soon enough the path, just as hypothesized did infact come to an end…and opened up into a wide valley-like place. Melarkies sank back into their beloved grave site at the sight of it. Visage snapped from one area to the next, becoming agitated at the bustling region. Scythens were thrown down carelessly to the emerald blades, and with doing so, it retaliated by spitting out the dark chocolate colorized muck onto my pacers, staining them from the blackest of black, to a speckled mocha coloration. Chassis rumbled inside created a vocalization in a haunting tonnage. Pacers standing firmly upon the mucky topography the haunting lyrics finally seeped through the cage formed by my jaw. Sliding off my ribbon, allowing to dance throughout the region as far as it could and as long as it would be aloud to linger throughout the dark endless pit that was the abyss.
Silently I prowled the forestry which, like all the rest of the vast region where I now found myself, was a dark hole with around every blind corner either lied your fate. Your fate was the way out, or death. Ahh, sweet, sweet death. How fun and utterly enjoyable for me. Not for you? Well guess what, I do not care what you pathetic narrow minded soul thinks of me. It’s my life, my decision, and I will live it how ever the hell I fell like living it. What? Now you asking me how one so young as I, be so steadfast in my ways and intelligent beyond my belittled rotations? Well, well looks like we have an invalid on out plate now doesn’t it? Either way…let just say I have been through a lot for one who has only survived maybe one rotation. Here is a hint in life, first hand experience brings knowledge.
Oxygen generators released a lingering cloud of carbon Dioxide as my petite Arabic lined craftsmanship prowled onward. Serpentine held my pitch skull as high as it could, without having it be titled at a slope. With pride for myself unpretentious physique swerved in and out of the tall towers. Some aligned with rough coverings, others with smooth peeling covering, While others held skeleton-like branches which reached out like a bony limb, latching onto the nearest footslogger with its pointy sharp petruding needles. Dark pitiless visage searched long an hard for her unbeknownst destination, for she soon would stop, calling this territory her homestead.
A string of the eerie luminous glow from the sterling sphere plummeted down, in between a gap in the high canopy above. The glow encircled my structure in a way a a mother caressed her young, for I was indeed a child of darkness. From the luminous glow that caressed me tenderly, the three deep crimson streaks that decorated my pitch shanks seemed to add a glaze-ish tone to it. Blunt pitch chain lashed out as far as it could, striking down against my torn flesh, sending a stinging sensation raging through my unpretentious, volatile, yet strong-willed sculpture. Ticker ignored the seething pain, for it bothered me in the least. If I was to say anything about the tear that outstretched over my clockwise side all the way over to the counter-clockwise proportion.
Soon enough the path, just as hypothesized did infact come to an end…and opened up into a wide valley-like place. Melarkies sank back into their beloved grave site at the sight of it. Visage snapped from one area to the next, becoming agitated at the bustling region. Scythens were thrown down carelessly to the emerald blades, and with doing so, it retaliated by spitting out the dark chocolate colorized muck onto my pacers, staining them from the blackest of black, to a speckled mocha coloration. Chassis rumbled inside created a vocalization in a haunting tonnage. Pacers standing firmly upon the mucky topography the haunting lyrics finally seeped through the cage formed by my jaw. Sliding off my ribbon, allowing to dance throughout the region as far as it could and as long as it would be aloud to linger throughout the dark endless pit that was the abyss.
