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Pale Princess of A Palace Cracked [Svetlana/Open]

Deimos the Reaper Posts: 527
Deceased atk: 7.0 | def: 12 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 72.5 | Buff: NUMB
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11-21-2012, 12:00 PM


May this be your darkest hour. The avaricious, serrated, gleam of triumph hastened to his pariah, Tartarean guile in the fuming, smoldering haze of mayhem. Corrupt, vile, deplorable, horrible, he’d scoured the world for the taste, the touch, of anarchy, for that restless, scintillating decadence of insurrection, and found it in the hostile boughs of sedition. Infernal, licentious and depraved, he’d carved the resolute, antagonistic plunge of a heathen’s formidable detachment, a distorted, debauched carnivore, a rapacious, meticulous monster, and acquired, possessed, what belonged to others. He’d clipped her wings, shorn her freedom, this Svetlana, weaved the beguiling acrimony of remorseless, barbarous contortions, until his stoic scheming had proven successful, victorious, another achievement enacted by the minute, scintillating movements of an unholy demon. In this imperious recherché, in this Stygian immorality, he’d found a sovereign whispering away the travesties of yesterday and living the nightmare of the present, absconded, deluded, and taken from her woebegone paradise. Did those mighty Foothills remember their alliance with the foul Qian? Did they forget about repercussions? And truly, what would her brethren do? Beg for her release? Cry for mercy? Wander where they didn’t belong, try to force their way to her fallen form? Burn, seethe, and simmer in the rancorous slate of their conquest, superiority, and mastery? Or would they come at all, leave her where she could bleed, whimper and cringe all on her own, away in the lofted hillsides of ice and treachery? He wanted them to be tormented, plagued, blighted by the sinuous, serpentine steal of his forbidding, scorching maelstrom, malice and menace, yearned for their devastation, their corruption, their demise. His piercing gaze, another puncturing brushstroke of his monstrous presence, remained poised over her frame, shadowed by the cavern walls, by the arcane, cold ruin of her prison. He, like so many times before, remained stoic, impenetrable and unreadable, the reticence of his ravenous plunder did not hum the highlights of his supremacy, merely remained the severe clarity of an overwhelming, eldritch titan. He said naught to her, clinging to the predacious grandeur of his unholy, potent puissance, dwelling in argent domination, consuming the open portal that could grant her release – blocking her from life by the covenant of death.



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Pale Princess of A Palace Cracked [Svetlana/Open] - by Deimos - 11-21-2012, 12:00 PM
RE: Pale Princess of A Palace Cracked [Svetlana/Open] - by Svetlana - 11-21-2012, 07:40 PM
RE: Pale Princess of A Palace Cracked [Svetlana/Open] - by Svetlana - 11-22-2012, 08:01 PM
RE: Pale Princess of A Palace Cracked [Svetlana/Open] - by Svetlana - 11-25-2012, 12:45 PM
RE: Pale Princess of A Palace Cracked [Svetlana/Open] - by Svetlana - 11-25-2012, 08:57 PM

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