Post by |.:|Ocean|:.| on Apr 22, 2006 19:11:42 GMT -5
Scythes dig into the domain's geo as the hellbender enters the realm, corse dread locks secluding the scarred jagular that lay at the end of the masculine's sinew bunched nape, hind tresses lashing at his vermilion shaded hocks, becoming entangled with rubble. Visage lat emotionless behind his ever taunting tassels, though twin towers were plaster upon the hessian's pits within his graveous skullery. Appendiges ever motioned the brute onwards; you couldn't call forward 'straight' for 'straight' wasn't a direction. And corpse moved on, ever actioned, into the forestry, the drake's structure beginning to be vanquished by the dim lighting, russet and storm shaded frame work continuing it's work forth, until completely vanishing into the depths of the lumber, the midst of descruction.
Silence. Such a wretched thing, and yet the warrior loved it; and was heard as the virile moved on, only the occasionles lash of the masculine's chainage as it would entangle in what little foliage the realm provided. Darkness shrouded it; was damp; some of the foliage dying, even. But was all the same to be called foliage, emerald stalks, and provided meals. Suddenly, the hellbender's structure grew still, sunken back pedistiled curving to erectness, skullio raised high, trimming falling back somewhat at the sudden action from his apex. Pale, pearlshily storm bleached visionares surveyed the land which he dare venture. Silence. Paperthins flared as a snort flitted into the atmos, giving the czar a faint arabic look. Out of no where, the silence was shattered, zenith sky-bound as was the rest of the stag's muscled carcass. Tassels lashed madly behind the arched crest of his nape, titaniums scalding the zephyr, pillars paritally above his mauled dial. Velvatines peeled back as his stained venners were revealed, shrill scream searing the lithosphere eerily. And once again, framage slammed to the sod, tune dying out, the hellion's daggers sending a spray of rubble every which direction. Structure of the darquned brute stained in shaded of vermilion and storm grew, yet again, stone still upon the newly claimed terra.
Silence. Such a wretched thing, and yet the warrior loved it; and was heard as the virile moved on, only the occasionles lash of the masculine's chainage as it would entangle in what little foliage the realm provided. Darkness shrouded it; was damp; some of the foliage dying, even. But was all the same to be called foliage, emerald stalks, and provided meals. Suddenly, the hellbender's structure grew still, sunken back pedistiled curving to erectness, skullio raised high, trimming falling back somewhat at the sudden action from his apex. Pale, pearlshily storm bleached visionares surveyed the land which he dare venture. Silence. Paperthins flared as a snort flitted into the atmos, giving the czar a faint arabic look. Out of no where, the silence was shattered, zenith sky-bound as was the rest of the stag's muscled carcass. Tassels lashed madly behind the arched crest of his nape, titaniums scalding the zephyr, pillars paritally above his mauled dial. Velvatines peeled back as his stained venners were revealed, shrill scream searing the lithosphere eerily. And once again, framage slammed to the sod, tune dying out, the hellion's daggers sending a spray of rubble every which direction. Structure of the darquned brute stained in shaded of vermilion and storm grew, yet again, stone still upon the newly claimed terra.
