Post by Crow on Apr 17, 2006 22:04:28 GMT -5
Hooded gaze swung in tiny spirals, reflecting the terrain about him. Snow laden branches wept with the burden set heavily upon them, drooping with the unucustomed weight. Glints of crystal sparkled, shining with the simple light allowed. However dark and treacherous this area was, a little bit of heaven seemed to have spread. Blood soiled the ash kissed lips as they curled with spite. Callased pad swiped with deadly malevolence, flinging the unworthy snow from the ground. 'Neath all the ivory substance, a glimmer of saturated earth was visible. Snort cleared the slime from nasals, pouring it onto labrums. Hurl of crooked zenith cleared the liquid from his face.
Was there no life in this haunted terrain? Spikes rocked vainly back, tattered and torn from previous battles. All won, for there was none quite like Crow. It had no simplicity to it, and the very words are hard to describe. Some might scorn him, and use the excuse of muscle. For there was that, slapped onto the hindquarters, shoulder, and neck of the hellion. But it was not so.. it was quite a different matter. Although his mind might be demented, there was a certain saneness to the brain. The one that was keen, intelligent even. For without knowledge there was doubt that he would be dead already. He was not, of course, for that little room inside his head was overflowing with the very necesities of survival . Survival of the fittest. Wasnt that what they said? Ah.. so simply far away from the real truth. The arrogant little bastards, was it so invisble to their puny mind? It seemed so. The fittest they may be, but the most ignorant and stupid of all.
Bones cracked as a few steps were taken forward, crushing life out of the quagmire set down below. Life was so precious, if you didnt guard it well it could be snatched out from under you in a blink of an eye. Learn well, and dont die. The very rules that he himself had taught. Those that blindly threw themselves at an oppnent were the first to die. It had happened many times. And each was more satisfying. Tongue raked over honed soldiers at the thought. Watch life carefully, for soon you might be the old, bleached bones out on the field. The barren wasteland of all come to be put to rest. Blackened ashes of what used to be a “hero” swept up by a cackling squall.
And death reaching out to kiss each’s faces, waiting for the feasting time. Then deaths messengers, the lethal figures that circled endlessly, waiting with surprising accuracy to swoop down on the dying. Bits and pieces of flesh would scatter by ravenous vultures. Mirrored oricals slid back, fighting as a wave of desire wretched daggers from the earth and sent them in a small twirl. Odd enough, but not if you were the particular soul. A grim, sure chuckle escaped inner chambers as he realized that he had lacerated a particular flower. Oh well. The very tip of blades slowly melded it with the uncovered verdure. The rich crimson hues were soon tangled in with the perfection of snow, making a mess of colors.
Not perfect anymore, no, nothing was perrfect. All had those aggravating flaws, those of insanity perchance. Or scars, littered in heaps onto the spine. As was the very flaw of Crow. Too many to count were stretched gruesomely against the portrait of sable pigment. Flaws that were tiny yet added to the overall appearance. The incisioned audicals, the left slit half-way down the middle. None were recent of course. He had not fought in some time, though he wished to do so.
Eh... what was this? Receptors Caught the nearly inaudible movement near him, until a bird came into sight. Fowl, he did not think much of them. But then again... he did. They were snobs, though quite the pleasant toys. He held a respect to the worthy ones, and this one seemed alittle worthy by just the air about her, so pathetic. Just so, old reflexes took hold and pistions pinned to heavy skull. Limbs braced, spread evenly apart with cou hung protectively in front of gullet. Crane snaked from one side to the other, warning it, but simply weary. This state was hammered into his instincts, gradually becoming a part. Every single muscle was throbbing with adrenaline and tension. There would be no second chances if it made a threatening move. Death would come shortly, and quickly. Gradually he relaxed, ooids sidling to the side as he slid next to a tree. Flick of tassle nearly brushed it. Heavy sigh was shoved forcefully through thorax.
"Be gone dainty fellow!! Or dream to meet thy's death!!"
He whispered with a slight hiss toward the hovering creature. Face was satisfied as he glared at the fractured petals, melted down into the foliage. A claw reached out tenderly to stroke the remains.
Was there no life in this haunted terrain? Spikes rocked vainly back, tattered and torn from previous battles. All won, for there was none quite like Crow. It had no simplicity to it, and the very words are hard to describe. Some might scorn him, and use the excuse of muscle. For there was that, slapped onto the hindquarters, shoulder, and neck of the hellion. But it was not so.. it was quite a different matter. Although his mind might be demented, there was a certain saneness to the brain. The one that was keen, intelligent even. For without knowledge there was doubt that he would be dead already. He was not, of course, for that little room inside his head was overflowing with the very necesities of survival . Survival of the fittest. Wasnt that what they said? Ah.. so simply far away from the real truth. The arrogant little bastards, was it so invisble to their puny mind? It seemed so. The fittest they may be, but the most ignorant and stupid of all.
Bones cracked as a few steps were taken forward, crushing life out of the quagmire set down below. Life was so precious, if you didnt guard it well it could be snatched out from under you in a blink of an eye. Learn well, and dont die. The very rules that he himself had taught. Those that blindly threw themselves at an oppnent were the first to die. It had happened many times. And each was more satisfying. Tongue raked over honed soldiers at the thought. Watch life carefully, for soon you might be the old, bleached bones out on the field. The barren wasteland of all come to be put to rest. Blackened ashes of what used to be a “hero” swept up by a cackling squall.
And death reaching out to kiss each’s faces, waiting for the feasting time. Then deaths messengers, the lethal figures that circled endlessly, waiting with surprising accuracy to swoop down on the dying. Bits and pieces of flesh would scatter by ravenous vultures. Mirrored oricals slid back, fighting as a wave of desire wretched daggers from the earth and sent them in a small twirl. Odd enough, but not if you were the particular soul. A grim, sure chuckle escaped inner chambers as he realized that he had lacerated a particular flower. Oh well. The very tip of blades slowly melded it with the uncovered verdure. The rich crimson hues were soon tangled in with the perfection of snow, making a mess of colors.
Not perfect anymore, no, nothing was perrfect. All had those aggravating flaws, those of insanity perchance. Or scars, littered in heaps onto the spine. As was the very flaw of Crow. Too many to count were stretched gruesomely against the portrait of sable pigment. Flaws that were tiny yet added to the overall appearance. The incisioned audicals, the left slit half-way down the middle. None were recent of course. He had not fought in some time, though he wished to do so.
Eh... what was this? Receptors Caught the nearly inaudible movement near him, until a bird came into sight. Fowl, he did not think much of them. But then again... he did. They were snobs, though quite the pleasant toys. He held a respect to the worthy ones, and this one seemed alittle worthy by just the air about her, so pathetic. Just so, old reflexes took hold and pistions pinned to heavy skull. Limbs braced, spread evenly apart with cou hung protectively in front of gullet. Crane snaked from one side to the other, warning it, but simply weary. This state was hammered into his instincts, gradually becoming a part. Every single muscle was throbbing with adrenaline and tension. There would be no second chances if it made a threatening move. Death would come shortly, and quickly. Gradually he relaxed, ooids sidling to the side as he slid next to a tree. Flick of tassle nearly brushed it. Heavy sigh was shoved forcefully through thorax.
"Be gone dainty fellow!! Or dream to meet thy's death!!"
He whispered with a slight hiss toward the hovering creature. Face was satisfied as he glared at the fractured petals, melted down into the foliage. A claw reached out tenderly to stroke the remains.
