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07-31-2013, 06:25 AM
 Sin slid against skin in the arduous entanglement of iniquity and licentiousness, coiled in the heathen boughs of another endless nightfall, scouring the empires’ sides for fellow infidels and debauched, depraved machinations. Immoral flesh taut in archaic, reticent shelter, carnivore amore, damnation, corruption, prosed and poised upon hide of a long since ruined, eldritch titan. The unholy chains of his wandering were finessed into a summoning claw, voices dragged over the glacial borders, unfamiliar, and the knotted cords of his pernicious, puissant treachery, the enamel and lacquer of danger, of demands, ushered him from the shadows. The Reaper, possessing, crooning, molding and making scythes, swords and sedition, pressed his piercing stare over the rift and rime, capturing the spun essence of a Pegasus. His last encounters with a winged individual had left the bird bereft, fallen to ice and snow, lungs crackling at her last breath, heart struggling with its final beat, voice incapable of wise-cracking, inept endeavors any longer. But this one, glinting and gleaming, smelled of the Foothills, and so his first response would not be to assail, to assault, to unwind every commanding portion of his vile, cruel savagery. His approach was of cool indifference, not affected by her swirling, winking gestures, the radiance of whatever enchantments she used to allure, snare and beguile, features marked and embellished in the dispassionate, nonchalance of his constant insouciance. Rigid, a rapier sheathed, ready to unravel at a moment’s notice. Deimos’s grating vocals matched his stance, powerful, claiming the veils of darkness, dominating, controlling; supremacy in the chilling wind, General of the ice and gloom. “What do you wish to deliberate?” The contract itself had not yet prospered, but the Basin hadn’t altered its course either, hadn’t suffered or rained blows upon the stretching corridors of hills and valleys. Did the creatures seek something else, become avaricious and greedy in the stoked silence? Had they not disclosed the fine print? Or were other winds brewing, rupturing the muted plains?
DEIMOS
delivered from the blast
last from a line of lasts and now the kingdom comes crashing down undone |
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