Post by Clio on May 12, 2008 14:26:58 GMT -5
Color of blood, color of death. Coming closer to your eyes. I am coming. Shut it you idiot, I ain't no fool. I am coming closer. Your Legs shaking harshly and in fright. I put up a Match. But a Yearling or more alike a Weakling cannot defeat a Loner. Loners are more powerful. More exiting. More harder to please, but once in a Herd they become soft as mush peas. Oh, no. Uh, I am angered now. You keep your Tallens to yourself never to my mug. I can taste the Blood its taste is matalic tasting. The Taste feels biter like my mood. You gasp as you will see my cut bleed on and on but I will soon be tasting your blood within my Throat. Whos a Emo? Slicing themselves by the wrist or something? Well you are for now you are ripping and eating your own. Oh rich. I smile ask if you need help but waiting for no awnser, I rip you apart! I now wait. For you I wait. You were driven mad until you did that. Now you lie upon thw Bloody floor, Your sadness glows in your cold hazes that stare on and watch the time go past. Now I would turn to the next victim who has already seen the Slaughter and is driven mad within a minute. Its your turn and now you die. One by won until my work is done....
Daggers of the femme where loose with anger and frustration. The comfort was now gone. She was becoming mentally ill with bloodness and she was smiley at the feeling of....Killing, but now she needed care. Like anyone should. Well not anybody. But a Dark shouldn't unless they were turning into a Light. But none really know where they were going to, just wondering. Eating, Drinking, sleeping, Eating again a little bit of wandering, sleeping then drinking. It was a Simple life, but she now wanted a harder one. A harder, more exiting life. Now it would. That is if she wanderer in to some land. Lightly, stepping forward, upon the dust floor land. The Flints clattered upon the Ground. Like rumbling of far away thunder. Thorn pricked hardly. But it was horrible. The pointyness of the thorns were amazing and made her stubborn and big headed. Coming towards a Small river she lowered her bloody mug to wash and to drink. The Cool liquid running down the throat. Where was she? Hmmm...She sniffed the air and raised her ribbon high. The Sweet rosy smell of her breedyness would prick any studs nares. Soon company would come...
Daggers of the femme where loose with anger and frustration. The comfort was now gone. She was becoming mentally ill with bloodness and she was smiley at the feeling of....Killing, but now she needed care. Like anyone should. Well not anybody. But a Dark shouldn't unless they were turning into a Light. But none really know where they were going to, just wondering. Eating, Drinking, sleeping, Eating again a little bit of wandering, sleeping then drinking. It was a Simple life, but she now wanted a harder one. A harder, more exiting life. Now it would. That is if she wanderer in to some land. Lightly, stepping forward, upon the dust floor land. The Flints clattered upon the Ground. Like rumbling of far away thunder. Thorn pricked hardly. But it was horrible. The pointyness of the thorns were amazing and made her stubborn and big headed. Coming towards a Small river she lowered her bloody mug to wash and to drink. The Cool liquid running down the throat. Where was she? Hmmm...She sniffed the air and raised her ribbon high. The Sweet rosy smell of her breedyness would prick any studs nares. Soon company would come...