My woeful Return

[shanie]

Drip

Lucid titianums cracked all that lay beneath charred hessain. Colosal size and brawny chassi lacerated all flora benath the hellon. Ere swung violently in the vexed zephry as it allowed chains to spring free. Tymponus rasied as the sounds of creatures dwelling around the lands caught his attention. It had been a long time. Fulcrums pounded in his 3 beated stride as sorrow filled his crimson leaker. What had happened over his recent 'holiday'? Brian-pan did not rack with ideas of being stripped of his powers. He must forget the past, and allow the new to be brought in. Fulcrums danced as the charred hellon came to an abrubt halt upon the lithopshere of the lands. Welcome home


Oricals bounded in every direction, inhailing the sights, once lost. A moment lost, another gained, it all goes on as you enter this timless demension. Life. Not many survived in a dark place. As encompassent seemed to swallow all that surrounded you. You were supressed to such democrisy of being alone. And what had happened to his partner in crime. The once he was latched upon? Yanea. Vocuals sprung as liblas parted. Deep calling shrill escaped box as he looked around. Tourment filling chassi, he wanted to see her. He could not bare another moment. Where was the only one he loved?


Time went by as still no call. What would happen about his woeful return. Would all be lost, or gained? None knew. For life had flavor when none knew. It made us all guess what lay ahead. We might not think life was a game. But yes it was. We we always playing the guessing game. Even those who can perdict the future were not always right. Life has twists and turns. Yo uwere always riding down a bumpy rode, until death came in. Ah yes, death. The one thing that could keep him halycon and almost happy. Bringing it upon others. Of course not the ones who wished for it, the ones he asked for it. The ones who commited such a crime, and now should pay the price.


Deep sorrow filled in as the thought of feeling alone creeped up. He would not agree with such a thing. Not at all. He would find someone, if the one he loved was not still here, he would have to find another to take her place. But it would not be easy. For no others were like her. She was special in her own unique way. If only they could reunite. Be together again. Alas, only time would tell. As he stood, alone, waiting. Only for one thing he would wait for. His friend, his partner, his love, Yanea.

Drop

[fury]

Will post tomorrow.. G2G now!

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[fury]

Inhale and exhale.. Here, nothing was the same. Death would not be brought, and unless she was reunited with Constein, her power was like a mere spark in the dimming candle, compared to the wildfire, killing all in it's way. She wanted to be that wildfire, but she was the spark, without Constein. She leaned against the dead-looking oak, with a heaved sigh. She simply let herself lean, feeling drained. She needed to kill another, someone.. Something..

With nothing to occupy her, she moved on, exploring the lands she left. She moved on, at a four-beated gait. Orbs spotted nothing interesting. The lands of Lemorsea seemed as dead as.. well.. dead. Strides flowed without flaw, graceful. She was built of Arabian blood. Her dished crania was held high, though no pride was shown, nothing was there. No kills had been made, and she had grown very annoyed. With lack of kills, equines were seemingly pouring from no where. When a rodent scampered into her way, she lept over it, though, halting, she whirled about, eying it. Oals turned hollow as her own breathing became shallow, slow. It slowed down. She wanted it to have a slow death, painful with every passing minute. Soon, it crumpled up on the ground, and it twitched painfully every minute. If it had a voice, in the later minutes, it would've been screaming, for mercy. Why she was doing this, she had no clue. Boredom? Yes, boredom..

When it shriveled up, the only fragment of life was hanging over it, like a bone being held over a dog's head. It was begging for it. She smirked and, as though giving the bone to another dog, she heard it gasp, then, it's breathing stopped. Her little task w as done here. LEaving the carass to rot, she whirled about, and four-baited away again, labrums slightly parted. Ivorns were slightly seen. Harks were not pinned. Every movement was swift, and so she galloped on, umber chasms aglow. Froth began to build up in her increasing stride. And, soon, so soon, she spotted Constein. She felt as though her heart her soar. How long had it been? She met him, with a chilling whinny. Kissers parted, so she could speak.

"Lo, my Constein."

[shanie]

Large smirk encarved on the hessain's maw as he moved fourth to enclose on his beloved. A sigh escpaed him as it seemed his heart was complete, and no longer ripped from his soul. Colosal size engulfed the encompassent as he nuzzled her. Oh yes it had been long, but now, him and his princess of death could be reunited. Pendulum swung in the vexed zephry as visage lifted slightly. Any fucker who wished to seperate them again would be terribly wounded, their life would be seperated from their soul, for he did not care the consiquences, along as he was with his dear love. Yanea.

Oculi dotted around the lands as he looked to and from the crimson stained lithosphere. Times had changed, but how much he loved her, for everyday he killed a simple creature for her. Now that he was back, they could finally kill others for worse reasons, and the others would be large equines, hopfully. Tymponus pricked as her lyrics entered them. He listened intently then began to play with her dreads that picked up around her crest. Oh how much he had missed her beauty. A red rose wilted by his side as he frowned. He sighed as he then plucked another from the sod. It turned black as coal as he gave it to her. libals parted as he spoke in cold lyrics, yet they seemed filled with love,

"For you m'love, oh I have missed you terribly."

ooc- Museless