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| Azure Draco | Jul 11 2008, 06:39 AM Post #1 |
in the lands of cookies and milk demons still lurk
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Azure was alone as he stood looking into the depths that was known as the gates to hell. "Not to grand are they...?" He asked himself not expecting a response. His hand ran over the stone forming part of the arch. He hummed silently as he closed his eyes. He felt the intense suffering coming from the depths within. "I am home my brethern, i have come back to reak the havoc i can upon the surface, be proud and be afraid." His smile crack on hi sface. "Be proud for i will accomplish what no of you have ever done, but be afraid for if i return your own peace, for whatever it is worth, shall be broken." He felt a shift within the crys of the damned. His hand drifted back to his side as his sleeve dropped over it. His crimson eyes opened slowly as he turned. He began to walk away as if nothing had happened. The wicked and rather creepy smile never left his face. He felt fully alive for the first time in oh so long. He could smell the dragons watching him, he could smell the sulfur and their fear. He stopped and his body rumbled. It looked as f he was having a seizure, but a laughcould be heard as it grew in volume. He felt his demonic power and strength course threw hsi veins his very core and he rather like it. |
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| Narina | Jul 11 2008, 08:23 AM Post #2 |
A torn soul; without you I fall.
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This place inhabited by the creatures into which she was able to morph was the last place she would have ever though of coming, but yet again, once too often had she heard its name being uttered in the bars, taverns and streets. Narina had come a long way from the northern lands to be here just to see for herself the majesty of these great reptilian beasts and so far all she had sensed was fear of something towards the gates of hell, something that only they seemed to be fearing. Even though she was no longer as curious as she had once been so many years before, she still was interested in what could make these dangerous creatures feel fear. Soaring above the desert landscape, silver scales shimmering in the light, the warm wind providing lift, Narina looked down at the creature. It appeared human, yet, it was hard for her to believe that a mere human could strike fear in the hearts of dragons. Her green eyes scanned this being as the air began to seemingly tremor as the human-like being laughed, his voice growing louder and louder with every moment. Despite how powerful he seemed, she still felt the urge to see what this was, even if it ended with her life being snatched away. It would make no real difference to her. Life meant nothing when you had nothing to live for. Lowering in altitude, Narina landed almost in a feline manner before stopping where she was, looking in this man's direction. "Demon..." she thought as she sniffed the air. She showed no signs or fear or a want to attack. "So these are the gates of hell." she said, changing into her human form her expression unchanged, remaining where she stood. |
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