Post by pierre on Nov 9, 2005 20:07:04 GMT -4
She crept into the lands of suicidal eventings at a quickened pace.her black heart ripped in half,left to be fed on by Marred.How he had hurt her,betrayed her as others had done.Aye,he was just as every other mutt whom claimed her,though he claimed to be unique..
to all whom be present,live or spirit,I am here for my much wanted death.I had the choice of either squirming back to the traitor,Marred,being reclaimed, or suicide. These options carried with me as a heavy burden for a long while..perhaps I may be saved after this lunatic leap..perhaps by one whom is truely different..
her words were spat harshly,a warning of malice rested and veiled her phrasings.Would hxll spit her back out as before?Or would she be accepted?She had lightened somewhat,Marred had softened her,a fact that she hated dearly. Perhaps she still was too dark for the depths of hell.Who was to know?She cursed loudly,nearing the breaches of a blackened tree of death,she would give in,not jump.oi,t'would be less painful,but the wait would hurt her more. eternal pain was her wish,longing for a deathening pain to entice her for the rest of the time the planetary lands existed,or perhaps even in spirit. She crooned harshly,plumeting into a laying position swiftly. her slim aparatis lay unmoving against the listless and cold geoed sod.The stalks blackened with darkness at her touch,ceasing life. the stench of death fragranced with surrounding lithos. her oxygen gynerics heaved heavily with a pastel pink fluor,her cage heaving broadly.A limp payer of floral floated with the breeze,twining with her facade.the bright hues of ivoric of which covered the flower reflected within her glazed schizms. A bright light was soon visible,veiling her actual surroundings from visiage. As it grew,a horrid screech errupted with her harshest notes,nearly blinding her. The curtain of darkness left,it too seemed to betray her,to give her a feeling of unwantingness,drifting away from her seekers.She groaned loudly,becoming strained and stressed. her omnipresent voicage echoed througout the cast valley.Her notes lingered,haunting the habitation. The bright tunnel grew more rapidly,sending forth yet more shrill calls.She soon became wary,exhausted with the fight for life.She squirmed about,trying to flee for the retiring darkness,curtained further by the light that fled toward her in heaps. how dreadful it was,a mere sin to all things dark,to be intrigued by lightness.It was not her expected death,to be lightened. The ideal death she planned was that of hate,fighting perhaps for nothing. She called out helplessly as more light shrouded the empty darkness,the dark fog retracting from her.more calls sped the tempo,restless from the battle. She thrashed about angrily,her nerves abrputly twitching with the residing death. She expected death itself to be more graceful,more pleasurable. though now she encountered it first hand,and it was of the most billowy dread. She hoped for a dark perish,though this was of shere lightness and bright theories.She intook another heavily incited weeze,her lids fluttering rapidly,strainging to remain open.had Marred truely provoked her unto bringig herself into death?Ah,it was him and he only. Her breaths were now harsh and unsteady,merely fullblown weezes. As she looked more closley at the white floral,it blew against her chasms.Her last breath indrawn,she now lay limp,her last visiage of the ivoric floral that had breezily shrouded her schizms...
ooc:if a brute wanted ectasy,he could save her,though their time to do so is very limited.I will soon delete the account if nothing comes of her.
to all whom be present,live or spirit,I am here for my much wanted death.I had the choice of either squirming back to the traitor,Marred,being reclaimed, or suicide. These options carried with me as a heavy burden for a long while..perhaps I may be saved after this lunatic leap..perhaps by one whom is truely different..
her words were spat harshly,a warning of malice rested and veiled her phrasings.Would hxll spit her back out as before?Or would she be accepted?She had lightened somewhat,Marred had softened her,a fact that she hated dearly. Perhaps she still was too dark for the depths of hell.Who was to know?She cursed loudly,nearing the breaches of a blackened tree of death,she would give in,not jump.oi,t'would be less painful,but the wait would hurt her more. eternal pain was her wish,longing for a deathening pain to entice her for the rest of the time the planetary lands existed,or perhaps even in spirit. She crooned harshly,plumeting into a laying position swiftly. her slim aparatis lay unmoving against the listless and cold geoed sod.The stalks blackened with darkness at her touch,ceasing life. the stench of death fragranced with surrounding lithos. her oxygen gynerics heaved heavily with a pastel pink fluor,her cage heaving broadly.A limp payer of floral floated with the breeze,twining with her facade.the bright hues of ivoric of which covered the flower reflected within her glazed schizms. A bright light was soon visible,veiling her actual surroundings from visiage. As it grew,a horrid screech errupted with her harshest notes,nearly blinding her. The curtain of darkness left,it too seemed to betray her,to give her a feeling of unwantingness,drifting away from her seekers.She groaned loudly,becoming strained and stressed. her omnipresent voicage echoed througout the cast valley.Her notes lingered,haunting the habitation. The bright tunnel grew more rapidly,sending forth yet more shrill calls.She soon became wary,exhausted with the fight for life.She squirmed about,trying to flee for the retiring darkness,curtained further by the light that fled toward her in heaps. how dreadful it was,a mere sin to all things dark,to be intrigued by lightness.It was not her expected death,to be lightened. The ideal death she planned was that of hate,fighting perhaps for nothing. She called out helplessly as more light shrouded the empty darkness,the dark fog retracting from her.more calls sped the tempo,restless from the battle. She thrashed about angrily,her nerves abrputly twitching with the residing death. She expected death itself to be more graceful,more pleasurable. though now she encountered it first hand,and it was of the most billowy dread. She hoped for a dark perish,though this was of shere lightness and bright theories.She intook another heavily incited weeze,her lids fluttering rapidly,strainging to remain open.had Marred truely provoked her unto bringig herself into death?Ah,it was him and he only. Her breaths were now harsh and unsteady,merely fullblown weezes. As she looked more closley at the white floral,it blew against her chasms.Her last breath indrawn,she now lay limp,her last visiage of the ivoric floral that had breezily shrouded her schizms...
ooc:if a brute wanted ectasy,he could save her,though their time to do so is very limited.I will soon delete the account if nothing comes of her.