During the day, sentries guard the sleeping. When the sky is dark and the moon dances with the stars, this is when the real fun begins. Munashii Gekko's forest is the only haunt where you can find your local misfits all in one place. A land of the forbidden and forgotten, a place that is riddled with dangers of a whole different kind. The wolves here have long misplaced their rightful minds, and now live like creatures damned to prowl and lurk through the night. It's easy to lose yourself here, sanity was sure to fade away and wither; there was never anything normal about this nefarious nest. The silent threats that whispered in the breeze were enough to deter even the largest of demons around. It was not strength nor wit that ensured your survival here with Eric, and challengers would be torn down with a morose lethality - there was nothing left in his cold blue eyes that promised mercy to anyone who dared to overstep their worth. So, would you give up the sun for the moon and stars? Do you have enough vigor to become a well regarded sentry? - Put on a game face to step up and pass the sepia king's test or turn and leave before he catches your scent. You never know who wants to snack on your delicious blood in this forest.
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Posted on January 16, 2012 at 07:13:27 PM by Xieal Rojo
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------------------------------------------------------- X I E A L ~ R O J O ------------------------------------------------------- Diabolicical need, so well planted in a mind that no manner of prodding, nor tools misused a thousand times over and once more would come close to allowing a whisper to carress it's feet. And if one chooses, they may create this image so taunting. Suspended just out of our reach and tickling these pervers senses, feeding our straying minds lies which fester and seap our secrets into the morbid gutters of this alley as blood runs fast through a body kept submerged in health, such a hard thing to accomplish in todays taught line of workings. But secrets held tight, secure. Xieal, if she wished to tell all who and where she was, then she would of long ago, indulging in the lust she craved so deeply. No, this trip was formated of purposes so well laced in silkly webs of deception that mortal comprehension didn't come near to completing a portion from it's elabrate map so detailed, with our lives. Nimble paws dabbed at the moist earth, blunt talons sinking into the ground, inquiring as to the gentle attraction of it. With her travels the rancid stench of death, blood clings to her pelt, salty and metalic, you could almost taste it as it weaves it's warm threads into the air, stimulating this deep, sinfull hunger. Almost. A soupy aura clings to the space around the Fae, chasting it into her own pleasurable reapings. Ajoined with these parasitic notions, these groveling worms who clung to this sickle of fabricated lies; Home. Ah, if only a thing exsisted then the Devil may just withdraw his bet against the Gods, tugging back and fourth on this thinning hold of fermenting death, and life. But which came first, ment little to these, the ones so ill-percieved as a beast able to keep standing under the pooling weight of ghastly self-destruction, these tasks meant for mules and ass's. But what meager mutt could even be considered worthy to cower in the wispy presence of this plan, so well formed by times far, far gone and so, so past caring. Desiese lapped at Xieal's eyes, intangling themselves in this dank hew that seeped from them like the tears of a mad man. A mask of iron cast it's lots on her face. Slithering up the sides of her maw, sickly sweet and metlica-cold. Brushing amber lashes and curling, wispy smoke stacks now in-cased in an illiptic hold. Tattered limbs, laced with scars still wet with this life source, so neccasary to our survival, blood. Deep crimsons layer over her mangy pelt, not soft, nor clean, nor even well-cempt betraying self-inflicted wounds not yet yeilded to the mercy of healing. A curling decoration, forcing the air to obey with sheer will-power: Her tail dusts the earth with it's unclean tales and sinfull inquiresess. Damn The Devil to wallow in Hell, if even he could not proclaim his innocence from his child, this deluted ess. Fractured from the mind of insanity and left to burn it's own coal of sins and reconcile of deviouse plans failed. Hugging the shadows, each step grotesque in nature and silenced by the sodden foliage that grew so abundantly. Eventualy finding herself placed at the very edge of the clearing, doused and smothered in the darkness the brush around this small circular areana of wits. Cast from it, yellow beady eyes flecking off in a rotten squash alure, never staying on one loathsome sight before dancing away to another. Her amber orbs finaly come to rest on the reason she was here, the wolf standing in the very center of this imprisoning glade, the leader. No other wolf here mattered, her glare so firmly fixated on this one beast. Spitting judgment and showered in scrutiny. Expecting no welcome, and offering no greeting. Austere and uncaring, her banner not wagging, nor moving. Dead. Corrupt from it's origonal reasonings she graced him with the only gaze she allowed everyone else who entered her impetiouse vision; a vulgar, icy plain gleam, that ment you were not here to her and you were without immorality, you werent there but a window for her to glimpse reality. And from their deathly depths, blank insults, and judgmental racism came this meaning. "I'm Insane, and I'm waiting." Pious to insanity, the line of reality and what's not, snapped to smitherines. And so she waited, her withering shape kissing darkness, observing all others around her but never paying them heed. Hidden and cloaked in the deeply layed shadows so easly provided by nature. Waiting. -------------------------------------------------------- Insanity bores down on us like the rain, And the mind is the devil’s toy -------------------------------------------------------- |
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- Hell's My Domain. - By Devil's Angel January 16, 2012 at 07:34:24 PM
Hell's My Domain. (Cont.) - By Devil's Angel January 16, 2012 at 07:39:58 PM
I'm not crazy, just mildly insane - By Johnny January 17, 2012 at 02:57:37 AM
Together we can sluaghter the world - By Jack the Ripper January 17, 2012 at 06:42:02 AM
Re(1): Together we can sluaghter the world - By Kako January 17, 2012 at 07:26:40 PM
[this is me breaking down] - By [j e r s e y] January 18, 2012 at 03:45:38 AM
.::These Frigid Waters Soothe The Weary Mind::. - By Rhudnus January 20, 2012 at 04:04:31 AM
Mischevious Spirit - By Totoro January 21, 2012 at 01:01:16 AM
Night Of The Dead - By Lillian January 22, 2012 at 09:57:24 PM
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