Post by rebel on Jan 6, 2006 14:01:24 GMT -5
Alabaster sconderal moved along the path, what lay infront of him was a no vacancy lot. Here he could see what the forests would present for him. Twin peaks captured the surounding screeches of the collosal birds about his brain plate. They had followed him here. Looking for food or something that would die shortly. Visage moved to look up apon them as they circled the land around him, smirk played apon his storm shaded carrage. Dream box tucked under and placed apon his chest plate, tassle held high showing off his friesian blood.
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgottenwith its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries
Apon coming to the lands Void surveyed the scenery in his visage. A deep rumble echo from his larynx in a low growl. Rain circled the vagabond, swirling in every direction around him yet never did it touch him. Or if it did it was melted into his pelt at the very instant for never was it seen. Never did a single speck or the ivory toned crystals taint his midnight canvas. It would never change, not even in the seasons. He laughed to himself as it swirled around him avoiding him at any cost. Yet like his expressions the terrain he lived upon was empty. It held nothing more than the blank downpore. Though the rain silenced his steps and made it impossible to know who approached.
Ready to pin ivories into any opposers crest, stopping air flow in one jab, Void was that belligerent. Diagnostics still attached to smudged serpentine, a drip of fresh crimson flow ran down his sinewy thorax, as wild stygian stumped branches grappled at his chest, to stop him from scarring the earth eternally. His over scabbed velvets did not part for one short time interval, they stayed tightly clasped together, as tho his mood was irate, loathing plus assertive, the loss of words was a motion of which he possessed, as shreeking vocals stayed low. His pendulum swished like a grand clock, tocking, mind-breaking, it lashed violently at cold, blowing zephyr, in of which he glided through abruptly.
Void's ebon tassel carried this action for long, all the way through his confusing journey, with resoloutions tossing and turning in his crowed mind. Mangled auburn varnished tendrils swished about stubbornly, as forelock drooped, usually blocking his tainted hued visage, standing in the way of his throne, made of rotting corpses, while wallowing souls worshipped his almighty carcass.
I challenge Blaze, for ownership of these lands!
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgottenwith its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries
Apon coming to the lands Void surveyed the scenery in his visage. A deep rumble echo from his larynx in a low growl. Rain circled the vagabond, swirling in every direction around him yet never did it touch him. Or if it did it was melted into his pelt at the very instant for never was it seen. Never did a single speck or the ivory toned crystals taint his midnight canvas. It would never change, not even in the seasons. He laughed to himself as it swirled around him avoiding him at any cost. Yet like his expressions the terrain he lived upon was empty. It held nothing more than the blank downpore. Though the rain silenced his steps and made it impossible to know who approached.
Ready to pin ivories into any opposers crest, stopping air flow in one jab, Void was that belligerent. Diagnostics still attached to smudged serpentine, a drip of fresh crimson flow ran down his sinewy thorax, as wild stygian stumped branches grappled at his chest, to stop him from scarring the earth eternally. His over scabbed velvets did not part for one short time interval, they stayed tightly clasped together, as tho his mood was irate, loathing plus assertive, the loss of words was a motion of which he possessed, as shreeking vocals stayed low. His pendulum swished like a grand clock, tocking, mind-breaking, it lashed violently at cold, blowing zephyr, in of which he glided through abruptly.
Void's ebon tassel carried this action for long, all the way through his confusing journey, with resoloutions tossing and turning in his crowed mind. Mangled auburn varnished tendrils swished about stubbornly, as forelock drooped, usually blocking his tainted hued visage, standing in the way of his throne, made of rotting corpses, while wallowing souls worshipped his almighty carcass.
I challenge Blaze, for ownership of these lands!
