the Rift


Old Bones

Osiris Posts: 88
Hidden Account
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.3hh :: 13.
Comadre :: Plain Black Dragon :: Fire Breath Boom Boom!
#1
I know you, your make.
The blood that runs through your veins.
Your old bones.

I see you, your movements.
The shadows that cling to your form.
Your old soul.

I feel you, your poison.
The acid emanating from your heart.
Your old fire.

Confutatis the World Eater Posts: 179
Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
#2
I'm safer than a wolf with his pack.

The blood that runs through your veins.
Your old bones.
From Isilme.

I see you, your movements.
The shadows that cling to your form.
Dark shadow-like in color.
Your old soul.

I feel you, your poison.
A very unpleasant horse to be around.
The acid emanating from your heart.
Bitter and generally snappy.
Your old fire.
Hot-headed, you could say.

Osiris Posts: 88
Hidden Account
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.3hh :: 13.
Comadre :: Plain Black Dragon :: Fire Breath Boom Boom!
#3
Confutatis was sought.

I know you, your make.
The blood that runs through your veins.
Osiris has a long history with Oblivion the DemonKing, Confutatis's "maker".

Your old bones.
Color ref. -- Skull marking on her face.

I see you, your movements.
The shadows that cling to your form.
Color ref. -- Dark shadow.

Your old soul.
Darker personality to go with this stanza as well.

I feel you, your poison.
Magic ref. -- Acid spit.
The acid emanating from your heart.
Personality ref. -- Less than pleasant to be around.
Your old fire.
Sort of fluff, but it tied in with acid and made the paragraphs flow.


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