Post by black on Dec 18, 2005 19:21:12 GMT -5
Enamels braced within the jowels of he. Patron of devil growth stalked forth atop the tangerine tainted typography. Twin Zineths tilted southward apoun his cranial. Peds laced tightly apoun the loam as he stood in the foliaged clearing. Gurgling falls were about him, a tropic terrance this was and much shadowing was here, hidings. Shadow tossed his visage as he scanned it. A fresh terrance, none yet to inhabbit such. Snowed plumage lashed his flank as front stilt unbuckled and imprinted the sod in a line marking his new claimed home. Jowels parted, cords stringing his deadly melody of marking, his one of warning any whome may aproch such lands. These were his as soon as given the deed, but they were his now, first to come, first to be served. Beckoning forth the lords he screamed the terrain and it echoed all through the lands making his statement loud and clear.
Lord Of the lands opose me now! I Humbley ask for the deed to such places of which i stand. Claim as my own. I Come first hand, and expect to be treated no differently. I ask you kindly, the only time of which i speak of such nonsence. My Patcience lengthins only as to not violate codes, but it wears thin if weathered too soon. I Claim these Tropics Of Sahrel as my own. And any whome may near shall feel my furry that rises. So yes, beware crunes, its my place to stalk. Let that be your first and last waring. Take me on if you wish but you shall learn of foolishness you felt. No Joke is this, seriousness is all i speak of. Go elsewhere, now!
Oxygenhalers let out a defiant retort to mark the lyrics he spoke harshly after doing what words were meant for that of the overlord. But patcientce was never seen in this beast of a patron, no, never. Shadow tossed his brain pan again, canvas of snow sleek and leathal showing. Occulis glared about him keenly and slyly, a smirk playing his features. he was first and none dared to near or opose him. Good, they knew. Waiting for the lord he grw more impatcient, but waited, he knew he couldnt darken until the lands were awarded to the he. And Only after that could he snap back to normal, and how pleasant that would be indeed.
Lord Of the lands opose me now! I Humbley ask for the deed to such places of which i stand. Claim as my own. I Come first hand, and expect to be treated no differently. I ask you kindly, the only time of which i speak of such nonsence. My Patcience lengthins only as to not violate codes, but it wears thin if weathered too soon. I Claim these Tropics Of Sahrel as my own. And any whome may near shall feel my furry that rises. So yes, beware crunes, its my place to stalk. Let that be your first and last waring. Take me on if you wish but you shall learn of foolishness you felt. No Joke is this, seriousness is all i speak of. Go elsewhere, now!
Oxygenhalers let out a defiant retort to mark the lyrics he spoke harshly after doing what words were meant for that of the overlord. But patcientce was never seen in this beast of a patron, no, never. Shadow tossed his brain pan again, canvas of snow sleek and leathal showing. Occulis glared about him keenly and slyly, a smirk playing his features. he was first and none dared to near or opose him. Good, they knew. Waiting for the lord he grw more impatcient, but waited, he knew he couldnt darken until the lands were awarded to the he. And Only after that could he snap back to normal, and how pleasant that would be indeed.
