Ants were crawling all over the body, like a malignant manifestation of anger in a living. pulsating swarm.
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Ants were crawling all over the body, like a malignant manifestation of anger in a living, pulsating swarm. Nearby lay a broken sword, its solid silver blade reflected the moon and caught the searching eyes of a distant wanderer. He could see the body, he only hoped it wasn't who he thought it was, but his hope faded as he edged cautiously nearer.
(can we try and keep this one serious? please?)
(can we try and keep this one serious? please?)
Ants were crawling all over the body, like a malignant manifestation of anger in a living, pulsating swarm. Nearby lay a broken sword, its solid silver blade reflected the moon and caught the searching eyes of a distant wanderer. He could see the body, he only hoped it wasn't who he thought it was, but his hope faded as he edged cautiously nearer. Oh crule fate, not her! Sobbing he fell to his knees. Shaking he began ridding his beloved daugther's cold body from the hungry scavengers.
YaYo
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Ants were crawling all over the body, like a malignant manifestation of anger in a living, pulsating swarm. Nearby lay a broken sword, its solid silver blade reflected the moon and caught the searching eyes of a distant wanderer. He could see the body, he only hoped it wasn't who he thought it was, but his hope faded as he edged cautiously nearer. Oh cruel fate, not her! Sobbing he fell to his knees. Shaking he began ridding his beloved daugther's cold body from the hungry scavengers. He knew the attacker must still be near so he took great care in keeping silent, a skill he learnt from his father years before. But as he dragged the body to a secluded resting place he noticed a small object still being held tightly in her hands, with little effort he removed the mysterious item from her clasp.
Ants were crawling all over the body, like a malignant manifestation of anger in a living, pulsating swarm. Nearby lay a broken sword, its solid silver blade reflected the moon and caught the searching eyes of a distant wanderer. He could see the body, he only hoped it wasn't who he thought it was, but his hope faded as he edged cautiously nearer. Oh cruel fate, not her! Sobbing he fell to his knees. Shaking he began ridding his beloved daugther's cold body from the hungry scavengers. He knew the attacker must still be near so he took great care in keeping silent, a skill he learnt from his father years before. But as he dragged the body to a secluded resting place he noticed a small object still being held tightly in her hands, with little effort he removed the mysterious item from her clasp. A small talisman strangly shaped, with angles that seemed totaly unregular at first glance, but still in some way made sense. Another strange thing about the item was that it didn't seem to be able to reflect the cold moon-light falling on it's smooth surface. Was this what had caused his daughters death? With sorrow strengthen-rage he threw the item far into the dark forest. Then he crouched down in the small hole that would offer him and his daughter's body sanction. Here he would spend the rest of the night, mourning.
YaYo
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Ants were crawling all over the body, like a malignant manifestation of anger in a living, pulsating swarm. Nearby lay a broken sword, its solid silver blade reflected the moon and caught the searching eyes of a distant wanderer. He could see the body, he only hoped it wasn't who he thought it was, but his hope faded as he edged cautiously nearer. Oh cruel fate, not her! Sobbing he fell to his knees. Shaking he began ridding his beloved daugther's cold body from the hungry scavengers. He knew the attacker must still be near so he took great care in keeping silent, a skill he learnt from his father years before. But as he dragged the body to a secluded resting place he noticed a small object still being held tightly in her hands, with little effort he removed the mysterious item from her clasp. A small talisman strangly shaped, with angles that seemed totaly unregular at first glance, but still in some way made sense. Another strange thing about the item was that it didn't seem to be able to reflect the cold moon-light falling on it's smooth surface. Was this what had caused his daughters death? With sorrow strengthen-rage he threw the item far into the dark forest. Then he crouched down in the small hole that would offer him and his daughter's body sanction. Here he would spend the rest of the night, mourning.
He slept uneasily, waking from strange dreams throughout the night, though he would remember none of them once morning came. It was cold and became very dark as the clouds covered the night sky, and he would not have slept at all if it were not for the strong wind which had hidden the mysterious sounds of the forrest that night. When he awoke the sun was already breaking through the clouds and for a brief moment he appreciated the beauty of this place, the ground was covered in golden leaves and a faint mist surrounded the land. An eagle flew overhead and suddenly the memory of the previous days events came back to him.
He slept uneasily, waking from strange dreams throughout the night, though he would remember none of them once morning came. It was cold and became very dark as the clouds covered the night sky, and he would not have slept at all if it were not for the strong wind which had hidden the mysterious sounds of the forrest that night. When he awoke the sun was already breaking through the clouds and for a brief moment he appreciated the beauty of this place, the ground was covered in golden leaves and a faint mist surrounded the land. An eagle flew overhead and suddenly the memory of the previous days events came back to him.
Kushantaiidan
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Ants were crawling all over the body, like a malignant manifestation of anger in a living, pulsating swarm. Nearby lay a broken sword, its solid silver blade reflected the moon and caught the searching eyes of a distant wanderer. He could see the body, he only hoped it wasn't who he thought it was, but his hope faded as he edged cautiously nearer. Oh cruel fate, not her! Sobbing he fell to his knees. Shaking he began ridding his beloved daugther's cold body from the hungry scavengers. He knew the attacker must still be near so he took great care in keeping silent, a skill he learnt from his father years before. But as he dragged the body to a secluded resting place he noticed a small object still being held tightly in her hands, with little effort he removed the mysterious item from her clasp. A small talisman strangly shaped, with angles that seemed totaly unregular at first glance, but still in some way made sense. Another strange thing about the item was that it didn't seem to be able to reflect the cold moon-light falling on it's smooth surface. Was this what had caused his daughters death? With sorrow strengthen-rage he threw the item far into the dark forest. Then he crouched down in the small hole that would offer him and his daughter's body sanction. Here he would spend the rest of the night, mourning.
He slept uneasily, waking from strange dreams throughout the night, though he would remember none of them once morning came. It was cold and became very dark as the clouds covered the night sky, and he would not have slept at all if it were not for the strong wind which had hidden the mysterious sounds of the forrest that night. When he awoke the sun was already breaking through the clouds and for a brief moment he appreciated the beauty of this place, the ground was covered in golden leaves and a faint mist surrounded the land. An eagle flew overhead and suddenly the memory of the previous days events came back to him.
As dark memories began to again consume him, he looked down into his daughters face, and then again up at the sky. He slowly got up to bury his beloved daughter. He toiled meticulously covering the decaying shell that was his daughter. He neatly finished of the grave, and turned around looking at the broken sword.
He slept uneasily, waking from strange dreams throughout the night, though he would remember none of them once morning came. It was cold and became very dark as the clouds covered the night sky, and he would not have slept at all if it were not for the strong wind which had hidden the mysterious sounds of the forrest that night. When he awoke the sun was already breaking through the clouds and for a brief moment he appreciated the beauty of this place, the ground was covered in golden leaves and a faint mist surrounded the land. An eagle flew overhead and suddenly the memory of the previous days events came back to him.
As dark memories began to again consume him, he looked down into his daughters face, and then again up at the sky. He slowly got up to bury his beloved daughter. He toiled meticulously covering the decaying shell that was his daughter. He neatly finished of the grave, and turned around looking at the broken sword.
Kushantaiidan
SPASIBA AX.
YaYo
whendaydescends.com
- May 6, 2001
- 4,458
- 23
- 38
Ants were crawling all over the body, like a malignant manifestation of anger in a living, pulsating swarm. Nearby lay a broken sword, its solid silver blade reflected the moon and caught the searching eyes of a distant wanderer. He could see the body, he only hoped it wasn't who he thought it was, but his hope faded as he edged cautiously nearer. Oh cruel fate, not her! Sobbing he fell to his knees. Shaking he began ridding his beloved daugther's cold body from the hungry scavengers. He knew the attacker must still be near so he took great care in keeping silent, a skill he learnt from his father years before. But as he dragged the body to a secluded resting place he noticed a small object still being held tightly in her hands, with little effort he removed the mysterious item from her clasp. A small talisman strangly shaped, with angles that seemed totaly unregular at first glance, but still in some way made sense. Another strange thing about the item was that it didn't seem to be able to reflect the cold moon-light falling on it's smooth surface. Was this what had caused his daughters death? With sorrow strengthen-rage he threw the item far into the dark forest. Then he crouched down in the small hole that would offer him and his daughter's body sanction. Here he would spend the rest of the night, mourning.
He slept uneasily, waking from strange dreams throughout the night, though he would remember none of them once morning came. It was cold and became very dark as the clouds covered the night sky, and he would not have slept at all if it were not for the strong wind which had hidden the mysterious sounds of the forrest that night. When he awoke the sun was already breaking through the clouds and for a brief moment he appreciated the beauty of this place, the ground was covered in golden leaves and a faint mist surrounded the land. An eagle flew overhead and suddenly the memory of the previous days events came back to him.
As dark memories began to again consume him, he looked down into his daughters face, and then again up at the sky. He slowly got up to bury his beloved daughter. He toiled meticulously covering the decaying shell that was his daughter. He neatly finished off the grave, and turned around looking at the broken sword. He covered his eyes as it reflected the bright morning sun and reached for the sword. It was not his daughters like he had suspected the night before, this was a breathtaking specimen the likes of which he'd never seen around this area before, the blade was extremely sharp and strong but somehow it was broken clean off halfway along. The hilt was covered in weird engravings of a language he did not know well, he could recognise only the words 'Father' and 'Sword Bearer'. As he gripped the handle a strange feeling shot up his arm, he suddenly felt very vague and collapsed as the brightness of the sun seemed to engulf him.
He slept uneasily, waking from strange dreams throughout the night, though he would remember none of them once morning came. It was cold and became very dark as the clouds covered the night sky, and he would not have slept at all if it were not for the strong wind which had hidden the mysterious sounds of the forrest that night. When he awoke the sun was already breaking through the clouds and for a brief moment he appreciated the beauty of this place, the ground was covered in golden leaves and a faint mist surrounded the land. An eagle flew overhead and suddenly the memory of the previous days events came back to him.
As dark memories began to again consume him, he looked down into his daughters face, and then again up at the sky. He slowly got up to bury his beloved daughter. He toiled meticulously covering the decaying shell that was his daughter. He neatly finished off the grave, and turned around looking at the broken sword. He covered his eyes as it reflected the bright morning sun and reached for the sword. It was not his daughters like he had suspected the night before, this was a breathtaking specimen the likes of which he'd never seen around this area before, the blade was extremely sharp and strong but somehow it was broken clean off halfway along. The hilt was covered in weird engravings of a language he did not know well, he could recognise only the words 'Father' and 'Sword Bearer'. As he gripped the handle a strange feeling shot up his arm, he suddenly felt very vague and collapsed as the brightness of the sun seemed to engulf him.
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