Post by envy on Mar 29, 2006 12:01:55 GMT -5
My flints flew, hitting the ground with such force, making the loose loam pack in beneath them. The leaves have yet to fall; such a pity. I've always loved to rush through them, feeling the blades gently graze my skin. Morning was the only time I could really be known as a 'sane' brute. After the cold night, the feeling of warmth returning to your body was an amazing feeling. Too bad it only lasted a few minutes. After those careless moments, the whole world would change. I would become my blunt self again, wanting nothing but a good fight. My past opponents often yelled out that I was crazy for loving battle as much as I do. Whatever. If they had that much power, they would be crazy not to love battle. This is why I was a loner; no one ever understood what exactly made me tick.
Within the confines of dense conifers and jagged outcrops, not a sound was to be heard by the auditories. Nothing. Just silence... A dense, shielding fog draping itself across the lands and wrapping itself around those other forest inhabitants, just silence. So unnatural was this, so... wrong. But in its own way, the cause of this disturbance was a tad wrong in his own right. Very strange indeed...
The great firs seemed to bow forth as a shadowed figure padded by. The great nocturne Hessian towered over the heads of woodland creatures. They peered up in awe of the mighty stag, recoiling slightly as wide maw emitted a loud, disdainful snort. Flints of pure diamond etched their mark into the soil, immense obsidian tresses billowing as he emerged from the foliage. The massive brute's shadowed form melted into the darkness surrounding him, silent, and yet, so very deadly...
The gargantuan mascu lifted his forelegs from the earth suddenly, deep blue eyes etched with untamed ferocity. He struck at the heavens, releasing a deep, guttural neigh, one that shattered the eardrums and pulled at the heartstrings. For thy brujo intended 'pon owning these lands of shadows and darkness. Let him rein from stream to forest, cliff to desert, earth to hell. For he intended to make himself Lord of this terra if he had to fight to the death for it. He needed this... Needed it more than he had ever needed anything before. Now, more than ever.
The massive stag launched flat-out, tearing up shrubs and soil without disdain, leaping logs and brush without sight. This cliff face was just ahead... The pelt of ebonite was moonstruck instantly as he emerged 'pon the cliff's edge, staining the hue with its brightness. To his hinds he lifted his giant form, the heavens he challenged with his powerful forths. His deep melody rang out 'cross the land, his claimance to be heard by any, willing or unwilling.
"I, Envy of Germoniia, claim these tainted lands as my own. Let those who leave darkness in their wake follow their Lord, and find eternal resting."[/i][/color]
The commanding voice swept along the terra, and everywhere, rabbits twitched, badgers stopped their foraging, mice darted from their dens. For that night was different. That night, a new Lord was found among shrouds of darkness.
-lyrics credit to Staind-
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Within the confines of dense conifers and jagged outcrops, not a sound was to be heard by the auditories. Nothing. Just silence... A dense, shielding fog draping itself across the lands and wrapping itself around those other forest inhabitants, just silence. So unnatural was this, so... wrong. But in its own way, the cause of this disturbance was a tad wrong in his own right. Very strange indeed...
~
The great firs seemed to bow forth as a shadowed figure padded by. The great nocturne Hessian towered over the heads of woodland creatures. They peered up in awe of the mighty stag, recoiling slightly as wide maw emitted a loud, disdainful snort. Flints of pure diamond etched their mark into the soil, immense obsidian tresses billowing as he emerged from the foliage. The massive brute's shadowed form melted into the darkness surrounding him, silent, and yet, so very deadly...
~
The gargantuan mascu lifted his forelegs from the earth suddenly, deep blue eyes etched with untamed ferocity. He struck at the heavens, releasing a deep, guttural neigh, one that shattered the eardrums and pulled at the heartstrings. For thy brujo intended 'pon owning these lands of shadows and darkness. Let him rein from stream to forest, cliff to desert, earth to hell. For he intended to make himself Lord of this terra if he had to fight to the death for it. He needed this... Needed it more than he had ever needed anything before. Now, more than ever.
~
The massive stag launched flat-out, tearing up shrubs and soil without disdain, leaping logs and brush without sight. This cliff face was just ahead... The pelt of ebonite was moonstruck instantly as he emerged 'pon the cliff's edge, staining the hue with its brightness. To his hinds he lifted his giant form, the heavens he challenged with his powerful forths. His deep melody rang out 'cross the land, his claimance to be heard by any, willing or unwilling.
"I, Envy of Germoniia, claim these tainted lands as my own. Let those who leave darkness in their wake follow their Lord, and find eternal resting."[/i][/color]
The commanding voice swept along the terra, and everywhere, rabbits twitched, badgers stopped their foraging, mice darted from their dens. For that night was different. That night, a new Lord was found among shrouds of darkness.
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...I've made a commitment
I'm willing to bleed for you
I needed fulfillment
I found what I need in you...
* * E N V Y * *
I'm willing to bleed for you
I needed fulfillment
I found what I need in you...
* * E N V Y * *
-lyrics credit to Staind-
