The blood that runs through your veins.
Your old bones.
I see you, your movements.
The shadows that cling to your form.
Your old soul.
I feel you, your poison.
The acid emanating from your heart.
Your old fire.
Old Bones
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07-12-2013, 02:21 PM
I know you, your make.
The blood that runs through your veins. Your old bones. I see you, your movements. The shadows that cling to your form. Your old soul. I feel you, your poison. The acid emanating from your heart. Your old fire.
07-13-2013, 10:23 PM
I'm safer than a wolf with his pack.
The blood that runs through your veins. Your old bones. From Isilme. I see you, your movements. The shadows that cling to your form. Dark shadow-like in color. Your old soul. I feel you, your poison. A very unpleasant horse to be around. The acid emanating from your heart. Bitter and generally snappy. Your old fire. Hot-headed, you could say.
07-14-2013, 01:49 PM
Confutatis was sought.
I know you, your make. The blood that runs through your veins. Osiris has a long history with Oblivion the DemonKing, Confutatis's "maker". Your old bones. Color ref. -- Skull marking on her face. I see you, your movements. The shadows that cling to your form. Color ref. -- Dark shadow. Your old soul. Darker personality to go with this stanza as well. I feel you, your poison. Magic ref. -- Acid spit. The acid emanating from your heart. Personality ref. -- Less than pleasant to be around. Your old fire. Sort of fluff, but it tied in with acid and made the paragraphs flow. | |||||||||
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