Post by Zodiac on Dec 11, 2005 14:57:32 GMT -4
Leaving his teirra and steeping into the darkness of this realm he slammed his diamonds amoung the loam placing the specially shaped marks of his obsidens. His raven cloak weaved amoung his curvature as he placed his dream box and high letting his pyhsicque relax dreamily. Nothing would mistake his life for a dead spirit he was alive to an avial but was like one of the walking dead. None loved him, leaning from side to side his twin pools begain to dullen to an ebony color dampaning his soul. Mesmerized by slanting his windows to the family of equines he has seen before light hearted and joyful he wondred if he would ever be able to lead a life like they have. orioles laced atop his skull comperheanding all the hymes and tunes sent to others diagnosyics that were remembred and replied too. The only thing was he was one who did not reply unless informed to other wise.