Post by † Shadow† on May 3, 2006 14:45:54 GMT -5
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Suddenly you hear it, yes indeed the haunting, heaven shattering, hell opening raspy tones. Your occuli flash around, panic surging through your already tense muscled structure. Yes, you know who it is, you've heard of this creature from the depths of Hell. Since the time you were birthed into the sanctuary of your warm lit realm, with the dancing of emerald stalks, and bright azure abyss humming with the tunes of heaven. Your shire and dam had warned you about this, but you took it as simply a false fable, to keep you away from the realm that always had intrigued your every thought. You, the prince of light, wander off in the curtain of darkness...thinking it would be better, but it was only for the worst....as you soon figure out.....your beating organ began beating faster and faster, with more velocity than it had ever had before. Your twin-towers stand strait up, not knowing where to turn...the rhythmic scythe beats seem to be coming from all directions. You try desperately to think of a way out of this mess you had created for yourself, but you cannot think strait, your plate is clouded with flash backs of your parentals telling you about the "other" side.
Flints begin to step back, pillars shaking, you feel as if your going to collapse and not be able to get up. The dark forestry surrounds you in every direction, you have no where to go. If you did run, it wouldn't matter one bit you'd just end up traveling in circles. He'd also find you. What you don't know, is that the creature had been watching you, as soon as you placed one of your measly flints on his turf, stalking you; watching every move you had made... Unable to back up any further, do to the wall of timbers and the scratchy brush filled with thick needles, ready to penetrate your weak flesh.
Finally you see the creature's faint silhouette coming from between two dead timbers, with branches seeming as if they were but a skeletons hand, digits desperately reaching for the equid from Hell, to help you....Though its attempts failed, unable to latch onto him...Structure trembles and you freeze completely from fear. Vocals try desperately to sound a bugle, and beg the creature for mercy....but the figure stops right before you, at a stand still, no actions made to your surprise. You start to think he has shown the mercy you had prayed to the heavens above for. Then you hear him speak...vocals spitting out like venom, that tore through you like a sharpened blade...
Those were the last words you had ever heard during your short mortal life on the Earth, and you had never expected it. The last clear thing you saw was the alabaster flash of the demon's daggers. And then, black, everything. Why didn't I listen? Why did I come here?...those were your last words you had spoken as you lay there, breathing labored and organ drifting asleep...forever.....
The pitch brujen prowled into the newly found terrain. The truth was he was thoroughly bored. His realm had become boring...and not to mention running out of victims, which wasn't fun. Scythes tattooed the unworthy sodden without a care in the world, and plus he might as well leave a path, he had no one to fear, he enjoyed when creatures out for revenge tried to get him, it only gave him more pleasure. Yes I know what your thinking...ok how could someone get pleasure from creatures out to kill him? OK well here it is, its actually pretty simple, its three easy to remember words....crimson, pain and death. Well now that you know the creature from Hell you have been warned, so you have no excuse.
The creature with the notorious reputation and the cursed name of Shadow traveled onward. Serpentine was carried at the level with his withers, nocturne dreadlocks laid without stirring, and chain lay limp at his scared hocks, but with the occasional involuntarily snap. Radars scanned the territory, with slight interest. His muscled formed seemed, but nothing than a ghost and apparition as he stood there, the immense fog swirling around him. Fog stayed thick, but only ceased when he made a movement or when a flow of carbon was released from his paper-thins. Not bad, not bad at all. I guess I shall, yes, yes I will. I will make this hellhole my own, my tainted crimson will be shed 'pon this very region, forever chaining it to though that owned that same first drop of crimson after the great creature departs from the mortal realm. Oh but do not worry I beg of you, my departure is a long way away I assure you.
Muscled and scarred pistons drove the assassin further into the realm, paper-thins taking in every scent, skipping over none, not one, as well as pit less radars taking in the sights. If one thing was found out of place I would surely notice it, and the perpetrator would pay dearly...very dearly. None will escape from this hell unharmed and that’s a promise. All movement ceased as I came 'pon a tower. Radars were averted to the pointed spikes that were abundant on the arms of the tower. Scythes overstepping each other I turned to face the pointed spikes. Powerful shanks lifted my bulky torso into the atmos and fore pistons rested against the rough bark that lined the tower's trunk. The chest of the beast was rammed onto a spike, and it was driven in, piercing through my tough mended flesh. With a sharp and quick movement the beast dropped down, spike slicing through the pitch flesh.
Standing silently a smirk still abroad my features a deep crimson liquid forced its way to the incision, filling it. Soon enough the liquid dripped down thy chest, to my fore pistons, leaving streaks of crimson in their path. Slithering off my sturdy scythes it was sucked into the topography below, staining the color and forever holding it. Then within the cavity vocals rumbled creating raspy lyrics, jawline cracking they rolled off my tongue.
With that all being established and done, The Beast move onward, caring not to make a big deal about the claimage to the d**ned homestead that I had pick out. Technically I had no say in which region I was to curse with my presence. While I was awaiting upon the decision of Master of the Hell-followers, another brujen took the other path of topography. No, I did not really care what place I found myself honestly, but being in control was always my dear sweet forte. I would have rather picked my owned d**ned homestead, but oh well it cannot be helped now. Besides either way I am still the same d**ned Shadow am I not? Exactly, I am so glad we have this mutual understanding.
Anyway enough with that. Alright lets just see what we have here, I said to myself as pitiless coals scanned quite boaredly across the shadowed horizon. Basically there was timber, after timber after timber, completely blotching out anything from the stupid flaming sphere, all the better though. I noted a few caves speckled here and there. Hum…well I shall just have to go explore them later, there has to be something interesting there. Now all I need are some worthy Harlots...oh how much fun this shall turn out to be. I am not to found of going in search of Harlots, for most I find are just pathetic clingy wenches with no mind of their own. I do not want many, but if the chance comes to have that amount so be it, I will not object to it. Ugh, then there are the brats to be brought up. Those d**ned little demons running about like prissy little ponies. f**k that, they will be brought up as I see fit and if they decide to retaliate I hope the enjoy life on their own. Now that we have that all cleared up, I guess I shall start my hunt of finding some Harlots worthy of my time shall we? Why yes, yes we shall… [/shadow]
Crunch, crunch, crackle, crackle....now wait...what was that? Yes I heard it I'm sure I did, I'm not going insane. I heard it I really did.
Suddenly you hear it, yes indeed the haunting, heaven shattering, hell opening raspy tones. Your occuli flash around, panic surging through your already tense muscled structure. Yes, you know who it is, you've heard of this creature from the depths of Hell. Since the time you were birthed into the sanctuary of your warm lit realm, with the dancing of emerald stalks, and bright azure abyss humming with the tunes of heaven. Your shire and dam had warned you about this, but you took it as simply a false fable, to keep you away from the realm that always had intrigued your every thought. You, the prince of light, wander off in the curtain of darkness...thinking it would be better, but it was only for the worst....as you soon figure out.....your beating organ began beating faster and faster, with more velocity than it had ever had before. Your twin-towers stand strait up, not knowing where to turn...the rhythmic scythe beats seem to be coming from all directions. You try desperately to think of a way out of this mess you had created for yourself, but you cannot think strait, your plate is clouded with flash backs of your parentals telling you about the "other" side.
No, please it cannot be him...no it can't, he's not real!! Its a myth, a story, a stupid lie!
Flints begin to step back, pillars shaking, you feel as if your going to collapse and not be able to get up. The dark forestry surrounds you in every direction, you have no where to go. If you did run, it wouldn't matter one bit you'd just end up traveling in circles. He'd also find you. What you don't know, is that the creature had been watching you, as soon as you placed one of your measly flints on his turf, stalking you; watching every move you had made... Unable to back up any further, do to the wall of timbers and the scratchy brush filled with thick needles, ready to penetrate your weak flesh.
Finally you see the creature's faint silhouette coming from between two dead timbers, with branches seeming as if they were but a skeletons hand, digits desperately reaching for the equid from Hell, to help you....Though its attempts failed, unable to latch onto him...Structure trembles and you freeze completely from fear. Vocals try desperately to sound a bugle, and beg the creature for mercy....but the figure stops right before you, at a stand still, no actions made to your surprise. You start to think he has shown the mercy you had prayed to the heavens above for. Then you hear him speak...vocals spitting out like venom, that tore through you like a sharpened blade...
...and I am the master...and I am craving this disaster...
Those were the last words you had ever heard during your short mortal life on the Earth, and you had never expected it. The last clear thing you saw was the alabaster flash of the demon's daggers. And then, black, everything. Why didn't I listen? Why did I come here?...those were your last words you had spoken as you lay there, breathing labored and organ drifting asleep...forever.....
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder...
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder...
The pitch brujen prowled into the newly found terrain. The truth was he was thoroughly bored. His realm had become boring...and not to mention running out of victims, which wasn't fun. Scythes tattooed the unworthy sodden without a care in the world, and plus he might as well leave a path, he had no one to fear, he enjoyed when creatures out for revenge tried to get him, it only gave him more pleasure. Yes I know what your thinking...ok how could someone get pleasure from creatures out to kill him? OK well here it is, its actually pretty simple, its three easy to remember words....crimson, pain and death. Well now that you know the creature from Hell you have been warned, so you have no excuse.
The creature with the notorious reputation and the cursed name of Shadow traveled onward. Serpentine was carried at the level with his withers, nocturne dreadlocks laid without stirring, and chain lay limp at his scared hocks, but with the occasional involuntarily snap. Radars scanned the territory, with slight interest. His muscled formed seemed, but nothing than a ghost and apparition as he stood there, the immense fog swirling around him. Fog stayed thick, but only ceased when he made a movement or when a flow of carbon was released from his paper-thins. Not bad, not bad at all. I guess I shall, yes, yes I will. I will make this hellhole my own, my tainted crimson will be shed 'pon this very region, forever chaining it to though that owned that same first drop of crimson after the great creature departs from the mortal realm. Oh but do not worry I beg of you, my departure is a long way away I assure you.
Muscled and scarred pistons drove the assassin further into the realm, paper-thins taking in every scent, skipping over none, not one, as well as pit less radars taking in the sights. If one thing was found out of place I would surely notice it, and the perpetrator would pay dearly...very dearly. None will escape from this hell unharmed and that’s a promise. All movement ceased as I came 'pon a tower. Radars were averted to the pointed spikes that were abundant on the arms of the tower. Scythes overstepping each other I turned to face the pointed spikes. Powerful shanks lifted my bulky torso into the atmos and fore pistons rested against the rough bark that lined the tower's trunk. The chest of the beast was rammed onto a spike, and it was driven in, piercing through my tough mended flesh. With a sharp and quick movement the beast dropped down, spike slicing through the pitch flesh.
Standing silently a smirk still abroad my features a deep crimson liquid forced its way to the incision, filling it. Soon enough the liquid dripped down thy chest, to my fore pistons, leaving streaks of crimson in their path. Slithering off my sturdy scythes it was sucked into the topography below, staining the color and forever holding it. Then within the cavity vocals rumbled creating raspy lyrics, jawline cracking they rolled off my tongue.
Want this land? fine go ahead try…I dare you, I f**king dare you
With that all being established and done, The Beast move onward, caring not to make a big deal about the claimage to the d**ned homestead that I had pick out. Technically I had no say in which region I was to curse with my presence. While I was awaiting upon the decision of Master of the Hell-followers, another brujen took the other path of topography. No, I did not really care what place I found myself honestly, but being in control was always my dear sweet forte. I would have rather picked my owned d**ned homestead, but oh well it cannot be helped now. Besides either way I am still the same d**ned Shadow am I not? Exactly, I am so glad we have this mutual understanding.
Anyway enough with that. Alright lets just see what we have here, I said to myself as pitiless coals scanned quite boaredly across the shadowed horizon. Basically there was timber, after timber after timber, completely blotching out anything from the stupid flaming sphere, all the better though. I noted a few caves speckled here and there. Hum…well I shall just have to go explore them later, there has to be something interesting there. Now all I need are some worthy Harlots...oh how much fun this shall turn out to be. I am not to found of going in search of Harlots, for most I find are just pathetic clingy wenches with no mind of their own. I do not want many, but if the chance comes to have that amount so be it, I will not object to it. Ugh, then there are the brats to be brought up. Those d**ned little demons running about like prissy little ponies. f**k that, they will be brought up as I see fit and if they decide to retaliate I hope the enjoy life on their own. Now that we have that all cleared up, I guess I shall start my hunt of finding some Harlots worthy of my time shall we? Why yes, yes we shall… [/shadow]
