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Post by pierre on Oct 15, 2005 20:24:33 GMT -4
A petite form seethed the land,the topographical scene of which she walked ceased life,the torn and tattered bits of her soul bleeding through her darkened chastastic rubics,her canvasal torso glinting 'gainst the coolness of the shadows,climbing her way unto the boundary of right and wrong,good and evil...
Her destined lightness had 'bandoned her,entrapped in mere darkness,taught hatred and knew only ways of utter betrayel,for t'was what she saw throughout her tortured orbical turns,her hatred grew strongly within her flowing veins,her blackened heart b'longed to none,blessed she was meant,but she soon turned bitter........
She climbed more harshly.her braces movely powerfully with her clambored stride,her movements vigorous as she thought of what to come,expecting the best,awaiting the worst. Her ripped chains tore at her crest as the chilling breeze snatched at her form,nearly sending the petite one toppling,yet her power of darkness remained,taunting her into movement,an unwillingness picking at her as she edged forth unto the lands of unknown....
As she saught forth blood trickled continuously o'er her scarred pillets,her lyrical caddy raising to whuff the aromas of which now surrounded her,so unfamiliar they were,yet she felt she belonged,she thrust her thorxal bodice forth,plumeting up the steep climb,grunting with frustration and effort...
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Post by Dreamweaver on Oct 16, 2005 17:39:02 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]Accepted. Welcome into Equusoul![/glow]
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