Torturess Aloose..Beware

[msytery]

FLINT IN BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [sneers an sits down]

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Corded appendi four hauled a ruthless shadowashed dias unto this godforsaken realm. Matted chains belayed in grotesque sheets at glowering hunches as thier counterparts slandered wrecklessly in thier master's wake, seemingly trying at a futile attempt at freedom from the beast to which they were so unfortunately bound. Diagnostic scythes bore deep into the flesh of the topography, creating mutilated, and deepend, jagged ruts strewn across the geo after this bruting alabastor.

Smogged visionaries cast coldly about the scape, as a grim, scarred skulket lurched forth and aback eerily with quickened pace, notioning with the speeds carried out by the charcoal gallabandors below. Dinged crators enlargened, inhaling the putrid aire of the scape, as charred lengths straightened, grating garretly on the flambent earth, halting him in one taverness motion and creating two large trenches in the demo 'hind the ebonite mass.

Fetid paperthins curled with a gutteral, open jawed smirk, revealing grotesque ivories {thaugh they were by no means any shade of ivory anymore} which crawled with more vermin than the topography below. A fowl stench uppraised the aire as he calibrated his mutated grin, which would have made any luce throw every meal from whence he sprang from his skippy little wench. The reason of this sudden halt and release of horrid fumes was the sense of another, working in a cunning and sly summit to find that it was the stench of a whxre, which he craned the thick serpantine which mounted his pointe to view properly.

Hm... a tasty wench the brute thaught idly to himself as he surveyed the bytch with a practiced eye, I'd better keep my distance, for she may be one of the thestrial brute's wenches thaugh his smirk besmirtched unto his usual set expressions, a crude sneer as his lucid visage contorted with thaught, as ponderings eluded his colossal brain capacity.

A decision was saught and captured, to await until the whxre noticed his presence, this way, he could recieve a hearty view of the little wench whilst she muttered about in her own affairs and until her sense came upon him would he flich from destination.

The score alcainzar set his charred stare upon the wench hungrily as all motion drifted from his scarred form, determined to remain still amungst the stygians, his boughed canopy of shadow, as slow time decayed and he lingered.

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ope, sorry, I forgot to add the extra black, hope you don't mind if I post that one again in his color.

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Corded appendi four hauled a ruthless shadowashed dias unto this godforsaken realm. Matted chains belayed in grotesque sheets at glowering hunches as thier counterparts slandered wrecklessly in thier master's wake, seemingly trying at a futile attempt at freedom from the beast to which they were so unfortunately bound. Diagnostic scythes bore deep into the flesh of the topography, creating mutilated, and deepend, jagged ruts strewn across the geo after this bruting alabastor.

Smogged visionaries cast coldly about the scape, as a grim, scarred skulket lurched forth and aback eerily with quickened pace, notioning with the speeds carried out by the charcoal gallabandors below. Dinged crators enlargened, inhaling the putrid aire of the scape, as charred lengths straightened, grating garretly on the flambent earth, halting him in one taverness motion and creating two large trenches in the demo 'hind the ebonite mass.

Fetid paperthins curled with a gutteral, open jawed smirk, revealing grotesque ivories {thaugh they were by no means any shade of ivory anymore} which crawled with more vermin than the topography below. A fowl stench uppraised the aire as he calibrated his mutated grin, which would have made any luce throw every meal from whence he sprang from his skippy little wench. The reason of this sudden halt and release of horrid fumes was the sense of another, working in a cunning and sly summit to find that it was the stench of a whxre, which he craned the thick serpantine which mounted his pointe to view properly.

Hm... a tasty wench the brute thaught idly to himself as he surveyed the bytch with a practiced eye, I'd better keep my distance, for she may be one of the thestrial brute's wenches thaugh his smirk besmirtched unto his usual set expressions, a crude sneer as his lucid visage contorted with thaught, as ponderings eluded his colossal brain capacity.

A decision was saught and captured, to await until the whxre noticed his presence, this way, he could recieve a hearty view of the little wench whilst she muttered about in her own affairs and until her sense came upon him would he flich from destination.

The score alcainzar set his charred stare upon the wench hungrily as all motion drifted from his scarred form, determined to remain still amungst the stygians, his boughed canopy of shadow, as slow time decayed and he lingered.
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ho hum...maybe I should've started a new thread hm? ah well.

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yep, new threads...that is if I don't make Luce Lord.

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I am honestly bored. I'm just reading lots of posts, lol. Then putting in my 2 cents once I'm finished. Ugh, what've I stooped to?

[msytery]

occulu rounded 'pon the Brute that had come in...a sneer was smeared 'pon the Steeled Shut labrums.another worthless Brute to come an try to Steal her cold beating organ ae? her thoughts laughed at her.. as if..None can even get far. that Thresatil flint could not Place her Smartniess. cranial moved towards the geo, bloodied dentals scraped the Jade carpet, before being ripped apart.occulu still locked 'pon the brute before speaking. I know that thee are there brute. what brings you to My space? come to try an Claim the Organ which cannot be claimed? surley, if you dare such thing , them come closer, If you think you can deal with me a crackled laughter was Produced from wihtin.

ooc: soz its short.. havnet got no muse/