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Post by Snowey on Aug 7, 2010 21:05:51 GMT -5
Am I dead? his thoughts seemed to echo outside his head but realization came to him If im dead then.... Rose? Rose? Rose?! pools narrowed as an outraged growl yell followed Aljan!!!! he looked around This is weird he was confused this isn't what he thought death would be like everything white even the deer which gave off a glow they had no features like an empty shell. Dark blue hues were round with worry about where he was and his pups back home, he felt no wind on his ebony pelt he smelt no smell. He actually seemed scared as to his out come. [/center][/size]
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Post by Kostya on Aug 13, 2010 19:02:13 GMT -5
It was all a lie, as life slipped from your body, made trash of something that had once been beautiful -- but there was death here, and there was a monstrous beauty in it as well. Eurynome had learned, yes, yes, had learned so quickly to adore that look, to find even the slightest bit of beauty in decay; it was how the years blurred together, how minutes slurred into hours -- how life kept on coming, and death, that beautiful, terrible thing, hovered over his shoulder, in his veins, touching him, urging him to find. He was but the guardian, but the gate keeper to this metaphysical world.
He was the barrier between life and death -- the one that frightens those who had strayed too close to this territory, the one that led a bloody trail of life into this darkness. He moved in silence, slowly, as if the motion was stressful -- tar slipped over his fur, sticking to the ground; bony muzzle raised up and opened, a flash of fang, so bright in this darkness. There was a soul here, calling to him, singing in his ears; there was fear, frustration, anger --- and it all slipped under his skin, made the morbidity of his existence something bearable. He smiles, but it is full of death: that tar gushes out past his tongue, slipping down like toxic sludge.
Eurynome was death, and he held it's contagion close to his heart. "You." he murmurs, his voice whispery as breath, slipping through the eerie silence as if even the whispers had daggers to wound, to kill. His eyes are pitched in blackness, his heart surging forward as if by beating he could fight off the tragedy of this insanity. What was he? What meaning was this? He smiles, now, but there is nothing beautiful or kind in it: there is only this monstrosity. "I am late." he says, more to himself -- the sound of that word, that yearning: Rose, reverberating in his head. "Do you have a purpose?" he asks, his voice so whispery, so soft, charred by the edges of tar which slips out of his mouth, over his tongue as if vomit would ceaselessly gush forth. Contagion leaves his fur in tangles and mange; he does not care. There is no pain, now. There is only death. Only silence, punctuated by the sound of their voices.
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Post by Snowey on Aug 18, 2010 9:13:49 GMT -5
Occ:Im still thinkin about how to do this.
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Post by Snowey on Aug 19, 2010 13:11:01 GMT -5
I have raped three females, leaving them a mere morsel skimming the spawn never to see them again.
Pools grew wide What? What are you doing! Stop it! You cannot hide the truth from death.... [/i]he heard from the other male, Curse grew quiet as the voice that was of his own echoed in the backround I gave each the gift of motherhood, one more than the others Icepaw. I did not return in time to save my daughter Silver from her uncle nor could I save their mother. I adopt two pups but one i had an alterior motive. When Aljan returned I murdered him just as he murdered my love Rose and my daughter Silver I have raised our pups to adulthood. [/color][/center][/size]
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