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12-25-2014, 07:28 PM
The darkling prince moved across Helovia, his large head down and eyes determined. He was set on his way to find the creator of the destruction around this magical land. Above him his white woman flew, scouting where his eyes could not reach. They were a fine pair, able to defend themselves from harm and deal out harm to those who deserved it..or did not. Nonetheless, the lethal pair moved across the lands dutifully. This journey of discovery was for them as much as it was for the bond between Abraham and his wombmate, Reginald. In all reality, Abraham would do anything for his brother. They were two bodies but the same soul, split down the middle for together they surely would have been too powerful a being for this land. Together, and separately, they were still immaculate and destructive--but together their strength never failed. Gwyneverre screeched above Abraham's head, having swooped down to glide gently above him. In the distance she had spotted something peculiar, as well as catching many familiar scents. Setting off for the gathering of the masses at a controlled canter, Abraham kept his focus up while his amulets bounced against his thick neck. Coming to a halt, then moving into a slow walk, Abraham and Gwyneverre moved forward. The draconian woman perched herself on his withers, grasping tendrils of his mane for balance. The pair had a bit of hesitation behind their eyes, for the last time a strange tree had been erected in Helovia nothing but dismay and annoyance followed the encounter. Looking around, however, Abraham found no one with an ill face or demeanor. Except one--one with a constant ill demeanor--and he moved to his brother's side. Touching shoulders with his brute of a twin, Abraham lowered his head some and sniffed at the strange Earth Turtle. Mismatched eyes danced gently when he saw a familiar movement of black, white, and red in the corner of his eye. Father. Blue and green orbs fell to look at Reginald before the darkling twin nodded his chin towards their sire. His gaze was questioning, Should we go to him? However, in the commotion, the young stallion's attention was moved back to the gifting turtle. "It will always be strange." Abraham |
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Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
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