Post by kyr on Oct 24, 2006 16:44:40 GMT -5
Entity was collapsing. well, not quite. but in his world, it most certainly was. everyone just seemed to have disappeared. no one was left but he, titanic, and phantasie. oh phantasie. how dearly he loved the little filly. she was his own, and she was his first. like his little princess. as entity seemed to fade away, he had quickly ushered the femme and babe out of the lands and into the open, where there traveled, then settled upon lemorsea. feeling satisfied with the lands, he had chosen thus was where they would reside. only there was one small problem. no open lands. but, this did not phase kyr in the least, he would simply fight. yes, fight. promising to return to titanic and phantasie soon, he set off in search of a land that suited him. he was there to start over. this was a new beginning.
frame was cloaked in a deep obsidian, a dark shade that was apparent against the silhouette of the mahogany and verde wooded bed. he stood out, and did not blend whatsoever with the scenery. he stuck out like a sore thumb, as the clever saying goes. he felt a bit guilty for leaving titanic and phantasie behind, but knew it was for the best in the long run. czar's scents flooded his slamons, and this upsetted him so, causing a frequent shake of his cerebrum as if to rid of the horrid aromas. he had never been through this before. but there's a first time for everything.
he strode on, and no lands seemed to be much to his liking. bu then came up a beach. he had to admit, it was stunning. he wanted it. it was settled. he strode into the lands, a trumpeted a single note, with a firm, agressive voice, stating. I'll be waiting. And with that, he departed, for there was no need for any more words. he jsut wanted to get this over with. he wanted to get back with his family. with the only ones he loved.
[ooc-yadayadayada. short post. I still have to go right an entrance in the battle grounds, so I pretty much just made this one a five minute-er.]
frame was cloaked in a deep obsidian, a dark shade that was apparent against the silhouette of the mahogany and verde wooded bed. he stood out, and did not blend whatsoever with the scenery. he stuck out like a sore thumb, as the clever saying goes. he felt a bit guilty for leaving titanic and phantasie behind, but knew it was for the best in the long run. czar's scents flooded his slamons, and this upsetted him so, causing a frequent shake of his cerebrum as if to rid of the horrid aromas. he had never been through this before. but there's a first time for everything.
he strode on, and no lands seemed to be much to his liking. bu then came up a beach. he had to admit, it was stunning. he wanted it. it was settled. he strode into the lands, a trumpeted a single note, with a firm, agressive voice, stating. I'll be waiting. And with that, he departed, for there was no need for any more words. he jsut wanted to get this over with. he wanted to get back with his family. with the only ones he loved.
[ooc-yadayadayada. short post. I still have to go right an entrance in the battle grounds, so I pretty much just made this one a five minute-er.]
