Post by jesse on Jan 5, 2007 8:58:47 GMT -5
Boredom had swept over her rotting carcass. The dark stench of a poisoned mind illuminated the encompassment. The tiresome poetry of the dismal vagrant who had addressed her had driven her to escape from the monotony that hung in the atmosphere. He blind wandering had directed her to this position. Her demented gaze rolled over the terra, pausing for a moment to survey the sparkling crystal. The liquid was alluring and wholesome, a situate to cleanse away your sins of the precedent. A place where fresh starts could form, new beginnings could spring from the depths of the silky film. A dark soul could enter and be transformed, renovated into something pure. Her dissolving mentality had been turning for some time, and here was the place she could revolutionize all this. She could revisit to her serene mentality that once occupied her intellect. Just a swift immersion, that’s all it would take.
A naïve piston crept tentatively closer to life-giver, inching closer, closer… An irked gaskin hastily snatched it back, thrashing it against the loam. Disgust filled her moon-washed features, her eerie tabiries glaring down into the insulting waters, plush raised to the heavens as a ruthless grunt left her delta. This was not her path. Stalwart corpse elevated to the azul eternal as immorality terminated its conquest of her raw essence. The devil was her master now. She had no requirement for futile domains such as this one. With a wicked scream she tore up the land, onyx daggers lashing at trees and foliage. The vixen’s rampage continued, the property was beginning to look stripped. Blades of emerald lay, flattened and desiccated, shrubbery was damaged and lesser trees had been uprooted. The baroness stood, panting, observing her handiwork. An evil grin crossed her peppery rimmings. This was her path.
A naïve piston crept tentatively closer to life-giver, inching closer, closer… An irked gaskin hastily snatched it back, thrashing it against the loam. Disgust filled her moon-washed features, her eerie tabiries glaring down into the insulting waters, plush raised to the heavens as a ruthless grunt left her delta. This was not her path. Stalwart corpse elevated to the azul eternal as immorality terminated its conquest of her raw essence. The devil was her master now. She had no requirement for futile domains such as this one. With a wicked scream she tore up the land, onyx daggers lashing at trees and foliage. The vixen’s rampage continued, the property was beginning to look stripped. Blades of emerald lay, flattened and desiccated, shrubbery was damaged and lesser trees had been uprooted. The baroness stood, panting, observing her handiwork. An evil grin crossed her peppery rimmings. This was her path.