It is a Man's own Mind
not his enemy, nor his foe, that lures him to evil ways
He moved like a giant machine, legs pumping beneath his shadowy physique like pistons, smoke billowing from trembling nares in giant plumes. Sheathed hooves plowed through swarms of vagrant foliage, sinking marginally into the spongy loam beneath. His hide crawled with shards of frigidity as the wind hied past his charred skin without remorse. Darkened tresses scanned the water in his wake, mud clinging to the previously ashen follicles and staining them a blanched hue of sepia.
He paid no heed to the moldering vessels which lingered in these pools. He regarded them with nary a glance, his hoof-falls occasionally striking bone and snapping them easily beneath his weight, fragile as they were.
The Spectral Marsh was not a region of great preference to the shadow beast. He had merely journeyed here out of curiosity. The dead had piqued his interest, just as they had many others. What was it about death that intrigued so many? It coerced them with ease, like the insidious draw of a seductress' tongue. The nefarious cloud of death hovered over life as an omnipresent specter; a silent, menacing apparition that plagued the minds of so many.
Spindly fingers of sunlight seeped down through narrow fissures in the overcast sky, basking the world in a dull haze. The shadowy creature stood statuesque, cavernous chest heaving as he inhaled a foreign scent. Testosterone mingled within the putrid incense of decay, and he surveyed his surroundings, silvern eyes searching for the presence of another. Whoever it was, they smelled close.
all murderers are punished
unless they kill in large numbers
and to the sound of trumpets
AMBROSIUS
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table by phantom
E L I G O R
I Play Doctor For Five Minutes Flat
Bereavement clung with a sinister flavor to the dank air, which was adhered to the venomous kisses of winter’s hypnotism. It was a graveyard and the whispers of the dead cooed softly to the grandeur brute who stood amongst their burial sites. A creature of precision, stealth, as massive pillars crafted of sinew rippled with the mechanical movements. Step by step dearest… Pious ivory was then stained, like such a corrupted visionary from heaven’s wondrous doorstep! Luminescence filtered through the twisted and coiled canopies of death far above the murky earth below, soft beams trickling down upon the demon’s crafty frame. Chilly was the liquid that pooled about the man’s legs, rising to just below the knees; each headway of the limbs sent supple ripples across the surface of the arctic water, chunks of ice bobbing upon the polluted water. Alabaster tail woven to his backside like a precious whip fastened of the finest of silks floated elegantly behind, perhaps taking on the picturesque vision of a gracious bride’s flowing wedding dress. Won’t you marry the departed dearest? One last parting kiss…
Haunches rose and fell with each movement, muscles undulating throughout the structure just beneath the tuxedo of stunning oyster, which was marred with the extravagant escapades of a vagabond’s madcap roving. Filth was flecked about the brute’s hefty appendages, splattered against the underbelly and mixed in with the thinnest sheets of ice that had accumulated on him. An outcast here in this murky world… ah, sweet fallen angel! Ah, but, alas! Alas! Such trickery the eyes do play! For a demon doth dwell amongst the flesh and bone of the gentlemen. Nostrils flared in such a feral manner, quivering with the nip of winter as plumes of heat escaped the mechanism of the creature, a production of the cardiac fabrication beating swiftly in his breast, and the lungs.
Testosterone wafted unto the beast, and anxiousness built upon the memories of warfare and sent a shiver throughout him. Pace picked up, briskly did he move, trodden within frosty murk’s and splashing droplets of iciness upon his own frame and about. There was no true reason to keep himself quiet, and adrenaline lifted into the veins of the imp in cherub’s disguise; scarlet ocular’s searched about for a face to set the presence of the other to. It was neither long nor far that he had to travel, and a primitive instinct drove him, irrationality could be a suitable pronunciation for the leviathan. Sojourned did the prodigious Eligor, the water now only rising to a while past his ankles, legs stained a filthy ebony and brown. Beneath snowflake lashes did oxblood gemstones shine, as if the sight of the other stallion was somehow putrid. And, to the brute, it simply was. Hearken crown lay swiftly against the skull to perfect a war helmet and the monster shook his frame, colossal, feathered, endowments of heaven rapidly flexing outwards to their full length as the right leg extended, pawing feverously at the water. He seemed to exhale loudly, as if already challenging the other man…
”!!”
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It is a Man's own Mind
not his enemy, nor his foe, that lures him to evil ways
What was initially a mere aroma had since gained an aural attendance. It arrived as a watery clap, hooves hammering against the marsh's cool, liquid depths. It enticed the stallion's lobed ears to percolate abruptly atop the zenith of his crown, virile profile hoisted high atop a neck held erect. Silvern eyes quickly situated upon the orchestrator, embracing his soot-flecked physique at first with subdued interest which quickly evolved into scorn. Disquietude surmounted within the brute at the mere sight of this pale stallion - his countenance reeked of contempt, and the man marked of swathes of ebony mirrored it flawlessly.
No words pervaded his lips, though none need be spoken to articulate his compliance. He studied the others' anatomy, scrutiny plaiting the broad, chiseled panes of his face. Wretched appendages protruded from his sides, ashen plumes whispering against the soft coo of the wind.
Vermin, rasped the voice in his head.
A growl raked the back of the beast's throat - raspy, grating; a testament to the abhorrence which stirred within his chest. Muscles pulled taut, coercing a foreleg to ascend from murky depths whilst his convex head bowed and thrashed. He gnashed his teeth and furled his brow, glowering venomously. Nostrils flexed with a swift exhale, loud and brusk, and without hesitation he rose to his haunches.
all murderers are punished
unless they kill in large numbers
and to the sound of trumpets
AMBROSIUS
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table by phantom
[ ooc ; Well, it's far from the grandeur of your's (seriously, I love reading your writing), but you have a post. xD ]
E L I G O R
I Play Doctor For Five Minutes Flat
War. The drums of war beat; march, march to the beat! For every beat coursed through the rivers of blood which flowed beneath the flesh of the demon. Repugnance quivered through every fiber of the brute as the rancid stench of testosterone flooded the nostrils, overtaking, over powering, driving to insanity. For it was the surging wave of adrenaline which rapidly inundated, desensitizing, and lashing rashness upon the wits! Physique of sinew seemed ready to simply combust as the atmosphere about him steamed, temperature rising with the levels of intensity which began to radiant forth from Eligor. Impetuous, was he not? A damned fool, many would marque him as, yet history’s scars left the impeccable of tale of that rashness, and to the demon, such things were standard. Combat crafted his veins…
Shoulders flexed and rolled rapidly as the other man’s features shifted, coiling, and disfiguring into a disgusted look, violence marring his veneer. His own resonances of battle emitting from the lips as the stallion rose upon haunches, inviting the pissing contest to enable itself further. Eligor snorted pugnaciously as he lifted himself from the low tide of water, stomping, lifting, stomping once more. Waves of bitter liquid flitted to the sky like deathly birds unfolding their own wings. Hearken crown of ivory leapt backwards, laying flat against the cranium to design a helmet of hostilities. Alabaster kissers warped and turned themselves into a devilish and malicious snarl which pulled the lips back to reveal deathly ivories. Lupine viciousness. Neck bowed, muscles rippling in aggressive waves down the appendage as the skull tucked in, thrashing wildly to and for momentarily as teeth clicked and grated against one another, before the demon rose upon his own haunches rapidly.
Grandeur, hardy, pillars beneath were pulled up and the left mechanism lashed out riotously as a soul quaking, bone-chilling resonance was emitted from his lips, rasp and harsh as the behemoth snorted repeatedly, tendrils of heat sweeping upwards to the rumored heaven above. Where’s your god now?! Hade’s seemed to leap from the abyss of scarlet oculars, an opening to the underworld and all its glory and torture. Imp in Cherub’s robes searched his opponent with an articulate vision, noticing the razor weapon mounted about him. No fear would radiate forth from him, for the bastard could wear upon him the scythe of the reaper, and still Eligor would charge into battle with the heart of a madcap soldier! The invitation of warfare!
”!!”
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Made a post in the Battlefield, here: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=2379. ^^
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