Murderous hatred

[pierre]

'thin the dampened herbage the contours of a petite demonic ess stood plainly,her figure dressed with death,her blackened heart pounding deeply with her every stride as she 'gan to advance o'er the scenery..

Her orbicals of a topaz hue iced fluidly with the aqua of hate,of a mere wanting to kill,a brutal feeling grew strongly..

A tinge of hatred showed within her every movement,a hatred that shanth die,only grow,a bitterness that survived even throughout her less hateful segments of life,a bitterness that now grew through her distain and utter disgust...

Had another truely been taken by this bruthen of such delicacy?No..it wouldnt stand...with her thoughts the lesser respect for the hessian was held..

Had she not known that the occurrence of another courtship would pan?Yes,she knew,for no brute could stand the calling of another,through the trials of promise,o'er the mountains of effort through the first courting,no brute could remain faithful..

Her thoughts drifted into the only one thing she knew..vast emptiness,perhaps the emptiness that would soon overtake the bruthen's place..

She soon felt compelled to explain herself further..

Had her speakence with Dreamer been unreal?Had this whole world she dreampt of been all a surreal nothingness?No,for she would soon be fighting for the stance of dark queen..

Would this action leave marred behind with this 'ironic;?Would her defeat leave her beside herself?Perhaps diseased?none knew..but the battle would soon occur...

[marred]

the brute stepped in. Darkness overwhelmed him. He was home atlast, no longer would he have to live apon the lands where darks and lights clash. He loved his terra. The hollow emptiness it held was still intact as it was when he left it. The eyes from creatures always watching you, remind you that your never alone. The moans of trees swaying in the soft breeze was heard in the still air. Needles crunched as his daggers left inprints pon the wet loam. The brujo inhaled deeply, his cursed femmes scent now spead among the land. Twas what the terra was missing, an irresistable aroma of an essa of true evil.


Bronc slipped to her side. Coos flooded to the heavens for her. Rumbles sent in the aftermath. He nibbled apon her silken hyde lightly. Sending shivers through her bulk. Tenderly as possible. Awaiting what she had decided to do.(from last subject) He knew only his true love would bear his seed. But when? twas all he was waiting for. But yet, something felt wrong. He could feel her body tensen. Gaze drifted to the lessening sunlight through the trees. Night fall, his favorite time. A time where emptiness raged and all whatchful eyes began to tire, leaving the two equines alone. A time where lights feared the emptiness that hollowed out each land. He watched the shadows strengthen, observing them dance over the light, attacking it.. feeling her Bodice staring to become jittery. Painful she seemed. The brute nudged his loves crest and looked at her worried. SHe seemed distraught, angry. Prehaps her leavance would occur. Such a horrible outcome. For she was his love. His queen. His gem. Total exile. Madness would occure. WHy couldnt he just do one thing without losing his love? Mistrust should not be shared as she looks towards me. But.... I love her.....

careful; what youre feeling; on the inside; you gotta remember; the good times

its quite decieving ..i feel the reason as its leaving me no, not again

call you so clearly but you dont wanna hear me [your not listening]

look around sometimes i get sad; cause my life is spinning out of control

never wanted to do you wrong, no, your leaving, I cant lose you, all I can say is im sorry

what is wrong my fair maiden? I wish to comfort you in anyways possible. Please love, speak up and share. I do not want you to be angered. You mustnt leave. No, please, dont do this to me

another night again
another journey without friends
another night to wish away the lonlieness I live
another circus show
another face that I dont know
another night of people asking what i have to give...

[pierre]

She squealed harshly,so t'was true,the heart of another shared her presence with her 'kloved marred,one whom she did not get along with 'pon another land,could she bear this gruesome task of survival with another?Surely not..

So,the time had come,the exta would fight a great battle in times to come,perhaps her ranking would alternate,possibly dragging the hessian and the fellow demess with her success..

Or would her success be a mere fatal encounter?Only the truth lie before the two,an inevitable even withdrawing near,the fight for queen would errupt all the land..

Her chains of devastation whipped angrily 'gainst her scarred curvecular,a feeling of defeat empowering her thoughts,pushing at her,beckoning her to join the afterlife..

Yet,she remained where she stood,unable to give in to the continual berrier that nagged at her,taunted her..but..how could she be taunted?For t'was she who was god's taunt,yes..that explained her well,her cruel and darkness taunting the lord himself,leaving him with feelings of envy..oh yes..the gods 'bove envied the dark ones..

The vixith stepped 'way from her brute for a momentary segment,'llowing tiny black brackets fall freely from her once more darkened chismed cubes,hoping he wouldnt notice her hint of helpless insecureness..

Was she obvious?Were the ways she thought etched o'er her entire being?or was it only the fact that she had stated..this whole life with marred could be merely surreal and but a fling..

or was it nothing..just a hauntingness that tore at her,this scenario left messy,as many others had been,causing her more pain that sufferable,she let her thorxal bodice slide to the cold trek slowly,defeat once more flooding her..a hurtful defeat that she had known since the dawning of her rebellion..

her words slipped from her whisken textures lyricals nearly harshal,coarse were her vocals...

"brute..if i choose to stay with you,i shall never rest..my pain never cooled..my scars never healed,only torn to bleed freely..until this other is massacred..or ran off..perhaps by me..or possibly not.We shall see now wont we?"

as she spoke a grotesque look fell o'er her,not just her formals,but her whole being itself,self pity it was,why must she feel as she did?...