Screaming

[elende]

His screams rang clear
Of agony and pain
From the lands of waiting he arrived
That of which battel pauses.
Pistons curled
Attempt to strike the cage
He wove through the forestry
That of decay and other horrendious loves.
Nares flared
Thorns laced
He began rubbing firecly
Between the looming trees of black
Flesh began to peal
The skin and glorious pelt stripped away
He continued
Unwilling to pause
The horrid pain
Twist of the insides
Colic.
A final scream sounded
One name finding the open
Minority
All was still
The bod falling
The blackend leafs falling around
The king Elende
His crown passed
Mourn his death
For all will agree
He was one to last

ooc:ok come mourn lol

[shanie]

Occuli danced around the loam as the shrills of one in pain surrounded him. In a instant, the thoughts of how life was so abstract, had fadded away, now the re-assurance of life, and reality, all flooded back so eagerly. Nares of nothing flared as occuli narrowed to a squint. One who had came for death, recived it on his own. Now where to put the body? A choice between heaven and hell. What would he choose? Heaven, but this one might be of hell? He did not comit crime, so indeed he might not have fallen from heaven, and into hell. Alas, heaven he go, where his flesh not dare burn. Where the fire not dare ignite his soul, yet keep it in piece. In heaven.

3 beated stride carried the charred bastard near the luminating scent of already decaying courpse. Smirk curled labrariums as the hessain dwindled closer to the stag. Rebelling lives scores did live, but this one, a good life. So it seems dear deamon, you wish for death. Twin zeniths pricked as the zephry howled, screaming to him. Aye, so it be heaven, they have chosen. Mug dropped to lithosphere, choice made. Choice granted. Soon all would be lost for his life, nothing, not even the sheer twinkle of a star. He gave no mercy to those of the deceased. This was his life, he lived for it.

Breif movment across his nape, gingerly created lifless effect to the world, for only a moment, all would pause to feel the death of an equine, and equine, known as Elende. Twisted smirk grinded upon maw as he watched in glee, as the courpse dragged off to heaven. Angels of darkness would not steal this one. Aye! He was his, a gift, maybe asking for forgivness. Nay, he wish to be with lucifer one day, for death is what he has given, to those who plee for it, so death be given to him. No mercy.

Nares of decay flared as he scented nothing. No remains of this dear equine left. Good bye. Sounded, as the shrill of a soul whisped by. For every death, another life granted. It was all part of the circle of life. For some, it was different. You were gained of powers, immortality. But he not dare dwell beyond these walls. No, this be his home. Where he created what he wished to. This was the end. And he lived in it.