Deimos the Reaper Evil's in the stink of you
The winter Lord followed the lines amongst the sand, chilling, wanton, bold, and ferocious, clinging to particles of mercilessness as the world forced him to change again. Like so many times before, he failed to embrace the act of erosion: he growled, bared his teeth, sought disaster and demolition – concocted pieces and plots of rapier remorselessness and insolent iniquities, and conducted silent loathing within his skull. He resisted, a rock, a stone, a monolith, only twisting and eroding after millennia had touched, scorched, and maimed, planting his feet so firmly into the ground he may have started roots, became one more frozen oeuvre for the Siberian landscape. But the realm shifted, the powers folded and morphed all over again, and despite being one of the firmer, more resolute pieces of the puzzle, once stagnant, once constant, once impenetrable, he was coerced into morphing, into breaking, into restructuring the feeble, flawed portions of his life. Reaching down into the ramparts of his weaknesses, however, was a disturbing motion he’d discovered at a frequent, alarming rate; and the days of simply standing amongst the shadows, brooding, hating, corrupting, and devouring were depleted, finite, finished. The throne he’d presided upon had become all the more confining, chaining, curling over the dominion, the might, the potency he sought, carried, and protected – the more he carried his crown, the more his weaknesses showed. And while all the Reaper yearned to do was bury his defects, imperfections, and deficiencies, the empire had already seen him for what he was worth: death, battles, and blood. Sometimes destruction, debauchery, and devastation were not what the Basin needed, no matter what they, he, and others craved. If he did too little, if he said naught, if he was encompassed further and further into his Stygian wake, then what would he have accomplished? How would he be remembered? He wanted to be feared, and he wanted to be understood, and he somehow wanted to comprehend the others in his herd, however fleeting, however timeless, however intangible the feeling was. @[Ashamin] |
[PRIVATE] crowned hopeless
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07-19-2015, 06:31 PM
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crowned hopeless - by Deimos - 07-19-2015, 06:31 PM
RE: crowned hopeless - by Ashamin - 07-20-2015, 02:53 PM
RE: crowned hopeless - by Deimos - 07-30-2015, 09:07 AM
RE: crowned hopeless - by Ashamin - 08-06-2015, 08:28 AM
RE: crowned hopeless - by Deimos - 08-12-2015, 03:48 PM
RE: crowned hopeless - by Ashamin - 08-15-2015, 04:13 PM
RE: crowned hopeless - by Deimos - 09-07-2015, 09:33 AM
RE: crowned hopeless - by Ashamin - 10-10-2015, 03:00 PM
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