Post by |Mystify| on Apr 13, 2005 1:24:26 GMT
Beware, no god to whom you pray
Can save you when he comes your way
So....... the news had spread throughout the lands of the bush brumbies, that the two kings, both differently aligned, had returned the the lands of many memories. The place where the two were born, but both raised differently. One was trained the ways of the bush, to love, respect and cherish. The other grew an evil soul, that of true devotion of bringing the devil 'pon the rooftop of his boundaries; also known as hell. Yes, some of those of 'pure' alignment thought that hell was of bright lava, waiting for any to come below the safe surface of earth to be burnt, to be feasted apon. It may appear that way to them, but no d**ned soul knows what it may show in appearance. Only the ebons knew what the hue and shape hell was. Themselves, and the terra they claimed their lands; for hell only resided in those who believe and proves themselves to be; meaning that of true ebon, dark and lust. Lust to kill, that be the main ingredient of a true statue of ebon.
Shifting lazily across the vast hills that outlined the Lair, Satan came 'pon this moist darkness of a terra. Moving lazily; only because the heat was driving the ebons to insanity, then the boredom of it all taking over the lustful creatures. So many months it had been since the goos flesh of a light was available, now only the salty emerald blades were edible, but even so, the blades of emerald were scarse. All had turned dry under the horrid heat of solar power.
He climbed up the steep knoll, and came apon a cave, just visible, peeping out of the dense scrub. He wandered over to the cut in the hill, and sniffed around the opening of the cave, forgetting the heat which bleached his mahogany hued chassis. Inside the cave he went, venturing further and further into the dark cave. Soon he came to a fork, and four different tunnels led off in their own direction.
Hours were spent as the Dark King explored the secrests that lay beneath the huge damp knoll, unfolding long lost hiding places from many years ago. Maybe ebons of medieval times had lived here, possibly his great grandsire, who had also been one of the most ebon of them all. Although there was no real king of the medieval times.
Finally, Satan emerged from the darkness, unseen, for the light had faded into darkness, the sun disappearing beneath the horizon which now filtered with darkness. Satan steadily heaved his weight onto his haunches, lifted his talons from earth, reared and struck at the air, and made an aicy vocalization, frills of spite framing them.
Can save you when he comes your way
So....... the news had spread throughout the lands of the bush brumbies, that the two kings, both differently aligned, had returned the the lands of many memories. The place where the two were born, but both raised differently. One was trained the ways of the bush, to love, respect and cherish. The other grew an evil soul, that of true devotion of bringing the devil 'pon the rooftop of his boundaries; also known as hell. Yes, some of those of 'pure' alignment thought that hell was of bright lava, waiting for any to come below the safe surface of earth to be burnt, to be feasted apon. It may appear that way to them, but no d**ned soul knows what it may show in appearance. Only the ebons knew what the hue and shape hell was. Themselves, and the terra they claimed their lands; for hell only resided in those who believe and proves themselves to be; meaning that of true ebon, dark and lust. Lust to kill, that be the main ingredient of a true statue of ebon.
Shifting lazily across the vast hills that outlined the Lair, Satan came 'pon this moist darkness of a terra. Moving lazily; only because the heat was driving the ebons to insanity, then the boredom of it all taking over the lustful creatures. So many months it had been since the goos flesh of a light was available, now only the salty emerald blades were edible, but even so, the blades of emerald were scarse. All had turned dry under the horrid heat of solar power.
He climbed up the steep knoll, and came apon a cave, just visible, peeping out of the dense scrub. He wandered over to the cut in the hill, and sniffed around the opening of the cave, forgetting the heat which bleached his mahogany hued chassis. Inside the cave he went, venturing further and further into the dark cave. Soon he came to a fork, and four different tunnels led off in their own direction.
Hours were spent as the Dark King explored the secrests that lay beneath the huge damp knoll, unfolding long lost hiding places from many years ago. Maybe ebons of medieval times had lived here, possibly his great grandsire, who had also been one of the most ebon of them all. Although there was no real king of the medieval times.
Finally, Satan emerged from the darkness, unseen, for the light had faded into darkness, the sun disappearing beneath the horizon which now filtered with darkness. Satan steadily heaved his weight onto his haunches, lifted his talons from earth, reared and struck at the air, and made an aicy vocalization, frills of spite framing them.
