Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 25, 2006 17:34:12 GMT -5
Takhard extensions calibrated slowly, picking thier way through the godforsaken realm. Thier mounted framework was spattered with a rustic alabastor, clinging to ebonite tendrils at both nape and flank, the base of which lashed agitatedly at steadily paced hawks. Scythes wrenched themselves deep within the topography as to keep the corded form from capscizing ever down unto the fetid side of the lift in earth's mechanics.
The metalic b.astard slithered between the timber giants, avoiding thier flesh cutting boughs as he wound ever deeper through the undergrowth. Lathe melarchies lay naught flat to his skullet, thaugh, not entirely raised as those melencholy luces. Just low enough to tell of his rebel alliance, thaugh, just elevated enough to hear naught but all about his peltic frame.
Once freed from the thicket, corded appendi lengthened thier quad-beated pace unto a duo, which was too bouncy for his liking, so as lengthened ever more unto a thrice. Earth held many more a raise in her mechanics, but barren of timbers was this new scape. Masked lambrums, now accustomed to thier flogged vision of his terrace, squinted uneasily at this new light.
Pallid summit shook violently upon it's hinges as lambrums pealed aback with the omittence of a great, reverbrating cry. Perhaps some wench would hear this and spot the wreckless mass tearing through the scape. He savoured the thaught for a moment...
The metalic b.astard slithered between the timber giants, avoiding thier flesh cutting boughs as he wound ever deeper through the undergrowth. Lathe melarchies lay naught flat to his skullet, thaugh, not entirely raised as those melencholy luces. Just low enough to tell of his rebel alliance, thaugh, just elevated enough to hear naught but all about his peltic frame.
Once freed from the thicket, corded appendi lengthened thier quad-beated pace unto a duo, which was too bouncy for his liking, so as lengthened ever more unto a thrice. Earth held many more a raise in her mechanics, but barren of timbers was this new scape. Masked lambrums, now accustomed to thier flogged vision of his terrace, squinted uneasily at this new light.
Pallid summit shook violently upon it's hinges as lambrums pealed aback with the omittence of a great, reverbrating cry. Perhaps some wench would hear this and spot the wreckless mass tearing through the scape. He savoured the thaught for a moment...
