Post by \\Leviathan// on Oct 12, 2006 21:06:48 GMT -5
We spotted the ocean
At the head of the trail
Where are we goin'
So far away
And somebody told me
That this is the place
Where everything's better
And everything's safe
Wickedly sculpted crown was tossed haughtily, obsidian tresses cascading back down to their proper seating. A cry was ripped forth from the auburn hellborn's pharynx, echoing across the plain. His melody spoke of a great battle won, tones screaming victory over a near-undefeatable enemy. The curse had been broken. This fight had not been visible, for it had not been against another equine but against his cruel master, the sea which had pulled him from terra to terra, spending a short time on each shore before being called away again by his master element.
Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone
Victory. It meant a lot more than a simple win. He had freedom now, freedom to stay in these lands if he wished. And then there was the other implication... the apprentice had beaten the master and now had taken his place. Now the sea was a slave to his beck and call. He had power. Oh so much power. A tremor of savage delight ran through his chiseled hull. But the powerlust did not end here. It fed off the using ofhis power. Not that it was simple, for the sea did not simply bow down to him. It was unruly, and keeping his element under control cost the arab brute much strength and energy. But slowly he was conditioning himself to it, gradually he was getting stronger and more resilient.
Half an hour later
We packed up our things
We said we'd send letters
And all of those little things
And they knew we were lyin'
But they smiled just the same
It seemed they'd already
Forgotten we came
The Neutral stag cast his hazelnut gaze across the land, sockets narrowed as he perused the surroundings. He was too corrupt to be Light and yet too full of feeling to be Dark. Always his sides battled each other in his mind, Light versus Dark, and his situations often dictated which was more likely to prevail at any given moment. His Dark side was growing bolder as his power unleased a savage insanity within him. If left to his own malicious devices for too long perhaps that side would take over him, and the remains of his Light side would become a fleeting scrap of conscience, mocked and ignored by his Dark psyche.
Back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people don't know you
And trust is a joke
We don't even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old
At the head of the trail
Where are we goin'
So far away
And somebody told me
That this is the place
Where everything's better
And everything's safe
Wickedly sculpted crown was tossed haughtily, obsidian tresses cascading back down to their proper seating. A cry was ripped forth from the auburn hellborn's pharynx, echoing across the plain. His melody spoke of a great battle won, tones screaming victory over a near-undefeatable enemy. The curse had been broken. This fight had not been visible, for it had not been against another equine but against his cruel master, the sea which had pulled him from terra to terra, spending a short time on each shore before being called away again by his master element.
Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone
Victory. It meant a lot more than a simple win. He had freedom now, freedom to stay in these lands if he wished. And then there was the other implication... the apprentice had beaten the master and now had taken his place. Now the sea was a slave to his beck and call. He had power. Oh so much power. A tremor of savage delight ran through his chiseled hull. But the powerlust did not end here. It fed off the using ofhis power. Not that it was simple, for the sea did not simply bow down to him. It was unruly, and keeping his element under control cost the arab brute much strength and energy. But slowly he was conditioning himself to it, gradually he was getting stronger and more resilient.
Half an hour later
We packed up our things
We said we'd send letters
And all of those little things
And they knew we were lyin'
But they smiled just the same
It seemed they'd already
Forgotten we came
The Neutral stag cast his hazelnut gaze across the land, sockets narrowed as he perused the surroundings. He was too corrupt to be Light and yet too full of feeling to be Dark. Always his sides battled each other in his mind, Light versus Dark, and his situations often dictated which was more likely to prevail at any given moment. His Dark side was growing bolder as his power unleased a savage insanity within him. If left to his own malicious devices for too long perhaps that side would take over him, and the remains of his Light side would become a fleeting scrap of conscience, mocked and ignored by his Dark psyche.
Back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people don't know you
And trust is a joke
We don't even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old
