Post by teufel on Feb 10, 2006 20:53:09 GMT -5
...Can you hear me...
Would there be anything to say if I told you I lied. Would you brake down and cry. The tears that run down your face, would they blind you? Would you run away until you can run no more. But would I follow? Will I wipe the tears from your eyes, and say everything is all right. Pass my gentle hand across your face and whisper 'I love you'. Would you look into the eyes of a complete stranger, and strike a conversation. Can you see their true self? Can you see me. When I call, would you come. When I cry, will you comfort. If I leave, will you weep in sorrow. Lying in bed all day and night long, just wishing for me to return. Hoping the next phone call you recieve is me calling to say 'I miss you'. What would you tell me, if I told you I had moved on. For you to not look back and look what is to come in the future. What would you say. There are many questions in the world, but the true question is...What would you do if I brought you down and took everything you loved with me and left you to die?
They all looked to him, Teufel. What did this mean? Teufel; Devil. Eyes wide open with horror as you watch him slowly walk the line of death. Wondering how he could not be afraid. The answer only lies engraved in stone where he daintly marks his secrets. The lies and deceptions of the past. How could such a massive brute, reaching upwards to 18.2hh, the blood of the true warriors that course through his viens. How could he not be afraid of death? Simple, he was death. Rising from the grave as an already feared character. Can you look into his obsidian eyes, and see anything? The facial features that seemed to never change, unless a wry grin cracked the porcelain. The face only a mother could love. What would you tell me if you looked to him the same way?
Auricles moved this way and that atop his crescent. Massive talons gripped the rugged terrain as he marched the path to Lemora. Such a fine terrain this could be. But only one thing stood well in his path, Elende and his band of merry followers. Oh how pathetic it was to see such finely characterized bruja's go to waste. Not for long. Lucid pendulum switched across his flanks. Long caressing strokes that flanked his hide hastily ridding the winged demons that seemed so infatuated with his figure. Dull chasms peered beneath his thick matted forelock of a charcoal hue. Interesting this visit could be. Now to find the one who ran the place, Elende was his name. Teufel knew all and seen almost about everything. You couldn't hide from him. Run you can, but hide you couldn't. A cat and mouse game he liked to play, and if all went according to plan, he would get all he wanted. Perfect.
As the massive tresspaser continued on, mug thrust high into the atmosphere as a gruff rumble seeped from his vocalizations. The deep rumble upset the mountain side and carved new grooves into its face. Of course he would never mistake him for a bypasser, unless he was completely idiotic to think so. What would come of this?
Elende, I have taken quite a liking to the lands of Lemora. It seems you are the only thing that is in my way of taking what I want. So I merely invite you to the battle grounds where we are to fight over Lemora and everything that resides among it. A compromise can be arranged, but it is rather unlikely I am to settle for anything below alpha of such lands. I do wish to meet with you there.
A gentle mist flooded that mountain top, as quickly and mysteriously as Teufel came he disappeared into the fog. The frowns that caressed the geo was all that had shown his presence, the newly carved facials of Lemora. Soon he would rise, despite all that feared and all that dare step into his path. He would become Teufel, Ruler of Lemora. No matter how many battles it took to bring down that weak bronc they called Elende. How much fun could this be?
...Can you see me...
ooc: sorry, I did this post real fast. forgive for the yuckiness.