Post by Incubus~Slew on May 25, 2006 16:30:37 GMT -5
So long goodnight
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[glow=red,2,300]. Like every prophecy they all have an intention, a significance in which they all will appear true one era. And once these titans materialize from their armor the entire race commences to apprehend the thought of a new beginning. And yet, when the notion inhabits the mentality fear settles in. Draping a coverlet of obscurity over the mind enveloping it in everlasting darkness. Where there was once radiance and optimism that strived, it is now replaced with your nightmares and merely the millions of fragments and shattered pieces that linger behind. These nightmares come to existence viewing no ciphers of mercy and devotion in others, no signs of life in them. They are like existing deceased never bring joy or hope. So what then happens now? .
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. A willowy figurine undulates in the twilight’s ballet of stars. The incandescent emissions of radiance that sheltered the kingdom appeared to hue the celestial figure a cerulean blue. Engagements could be heard as the duke slinked within the coverlets of spidery brushwood that quaked as the merciless zephyr thrashed at their backs demanding them to relinquish. As the outline neared the foreign abyss a particular odor seemed to adorn the adobe that was neither sour nor bitter. It left a saccharine stench that would certainly be committing to memory by any. Perhaps it was the fragrance of the decaying and putrefying earth, or maybe even the smell of death. This district was that of beauty in the eye of the beholder and certainly a welcoming one at that.
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. Protracted mammoth like pistons broaden charmingly at a prompt pace purring against the tillage. Ingression upon empire was swift and lithe, unanticipated due to the burden of skeletal chambers that he transported. Narettes pulsate in sync with the rhythmic lullaby of drums colliding into the grime that sent pieces of muck subsequent to him. The stallion maneuvered his bodice avoiding the scattered vegetation that littered the vicinity into a tiny fissure where the moonlight shined minimally; but sufficient to expose the intruder. He was a moderately lofty beast with a stocky exterior to him, but if you looked closely his ribcage protruded from his sides revealing the lack of nourishment needed during a period of time. His dermal was a colorless pigment with painted on dappled grey blotches that complimented his physique, and his fibers were darkened murk with strays of white. Audits melt against crown as maw tucked smoothly onto his crest glancing at the expansion of the foliage. A sharp crack of his flag set off a broad a decipherable damned smirk that revealed his often sadistic personality towards many. He appeared to be waiting. Waiting for obscurity to gather around him and hear his insane tactics. The brute seemed to hemorrhage with malice and appeared to be for a flash, the shadow of his father. The Stallion, the almighty powerful Sire. Once the divine ruler of darks, but now, he was nothing. Moon had returned, and this time he was not to leave.
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. His coronet was erect while examining the horrendous palace. He had visited these lands only once as a young colt trying to find his way. It was true. Moon was rare, he was out to find is origin and continue the legacy of his sire. Vocal cords tense as oxygen is inhaled. With great velocity the brute release an eerie melodic tune that traveled over the land as a herald seeking its source. He stood there merely smirking at the heavens, if only you could see me now.[/glow]
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So long not goodnight
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[glow=red,2,300]. Like every prophecy they all have an intention, a significance in which they all will appear true one era. And once these titans materialize from their armor the entire race commences to apprehend the thought of a new beginning. And yet, when the notion inhabits the mentality fear settles in. Draping a coverlet of obscurity over the mind enveloping it in everlasting darkness. Where there was once radiance and optimism that strived, it is now replaced with your nightmares and merely the millions of fragments and shattered pieces that linger behind. These nightmares come to existence viewing no ciphers of mercy and devotion in others, no signs of life in them. They are like existing deceased never bring joy or hope. So what then happens now? .
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. A willowy figurine undulates in the twilight’s ballet of stars. The incandescent emissions of radiance that sheltered the kingdom appeared to hue the celestial figure a cerulean blue. Engagements could be heard as the duke slinked within the coverlets of spidery brushwood that quaked as the merciless zephyr thrashed at their backs demanding them to relinquish. As the outline neared the foreign abyss a particular odor seemed to adorn the adobe that was neither sour nor bitter. It left a saccharine stench that would certainly be committing to memory by any. Perhaps it was the fragrance of the decaying and putrefying earth, or maybe even the smell of death. This district was that of beauty in the eye of the beholder and certainly a welcoming one at that.
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. Protracted mammoth like pistons broaden charmingly at a prompt pace purring against the tillage. Ingression upon empire was swift and lithe, unanticipated due to the burden of skeletal chambers that he transported. Narettes pulsate in sync with the rhythmic lullaby of drums colliding into the grime that sent pieces of muck subsequent to him. The stallion maneuvered his bodice avoiding the scattered vegetation that littered the vicinity into a tiny fissure where the moonlight shined minimally; but sufficient to expose the intruder. He was a moderately lofty beast with a stocky exterior to him, but if you looked closely his ribcage protruded from his sides revealing the lack of nourishment needed during a period of time. His dermal was a colorless pigment with painted on dappled grey blotches that complimented his physique, and his fibers were darkened murk with strays of white. Audits melt against crown as maw tucked smoothly onto his crest glancing at the expansion of the foliage. A sharp crack of his flag set off a broad a decipherable damned smirk that revealed his often sadistic personality towards many. He appeared to be waiting. Waiting for obscurity to gather around him and hear his insane tactics. The brute seemed to hemorrhage with malice and appeared to be for a flash, the shadow of his father. The Stallion, the almighty powerful Sire. Once the divine ruler of darks, but now, he was nothing. Moon had returned, and this time he was not to leave.
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. His coronet was erect while examining the horrendous palace. He had visited these lands only once as a young colt trying to find his way. It was true. Moon was rare, he was out to find is origin and continue the legacy of his sire. Vocal cords tense as oxygen is inhaled. With great velocity the brute release an eerie melodic tune that traveled over the land as a herald seeking its source. He stood there merely smirking at the heavens, if only you could see me now.[/glow]
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So long not goodnight
lol)