The b.astard scowered his options with a sneer

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Skeletal lenghths tensed into corded musclular tissue as the four hauled an onyx carcass wraught in crimson gauges and exposures of filthy innards, which homed more vermin than the crags beneath the geo, unto the unbaiden scape. Scythes bore deep within the topography, leaving naught but jagged ruts and userped turf strewn horizantally in his wake. Incredulous paces aided the drake in his demolition of the sidescape. Matted, flaxen tendrils lashed out on the aire, bending with the will of the tretcherous winds and seemingly rendering a futile attempt at freedom from the beast to which they were so densely rooted. Twin auditorial pieces, missing many of thier counterparts, lay melten in thier harlems, adjacent to a scarred skullet. Calibrums churned beneath a crude sneer, even moreso than thier usual worn expressions, at sight of his options. An informal note left wraught, obsidian paperthins at his casted vision, a low, gutteral snarl to be sure. Smogged, charcoal stare scowered the terrace, but naught a b.itch caught and held it, as of yet. Thicktresque appendages slewed as they carried the b.astard inwardly amidst the crowded group of wenches. Stone cast sneer liften once more unto a higher form of distest, exposing unsightly, jagged ivens which had lost thier ivory altogether long ago, and housed many a vermin to his befitting. Wry serpentines now curled aghast a bemused smirk, perhaps there was a b.itch here able to have caught and held this b.astard's fogged vision. But whom? T'is for thyn abtruse mind to figure on thyn own per'aps?[/i]