The Beach
The smell of death is heavy here, and the sky overhead is nearly always grey. The gods weep for those souls no longer living, and the iron gray waves sweep away the bodies of the fallen to the deep. The sand here is bone white - for good reason - and each step along the shore is made on the backs of thousands of horses before you.
This is not a place to put characters on hold. This is a place to die. Once they are gone here, they're gone forever. This is an In Character Board, not an Out of Character board where you just tell what characters are here and which are gone.
the return of mayhem
IP: 96.52.20.178
Posted on April 21, 2011 at 08:44:50 AM by blackest soul
The colorblind mare never saw her coming. Under the cover of night, her eyes could only see pitch black - not a shade of gray to be seen. So when the aptly named Arabian came knocking on Blackest Soul's doorstep, there wasn't time to fight back, or beg for mercy, or even cry. The Arabian raised up, laying blow to Blackest Soul's face. Repeatedly. She crumbled to the ground afterwards, the last of her meeklife draining from her body. And then, the laughter - beautiful, maniacal laughter that shook the crows from the trees.
Cold Blooded Murderer had returned.
dead:
blackest soul
she was too damn old to keep
so die she must!
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