Magenta
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The poem in my Sig was written by me, I just could fit it all in *Cries*
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Post by Magenta on Nov 9, 2008 3:18:58 GMT -5
The night was fading and light streamed across the sky as it began to blanket the earth on it's warm glow. Silent foot steps left prints in the half wet floor, yet there was no trace of a wolf leaving them, just the prints coming into the damp earth. This was the work of Sofia, in all her ghostly glory, intangible and invisible, like she wasn't even there, hoping to just have a little fun with a passer by. This was her favorite area by far, it belonged to no one, and no one could claim it no matter how hard they fought without causing all out war between every pack, or was it already like that? A ghastly giggle came from the void where she was meant to be. her sweet voice sounding evil and haunting just because she couldn't be seen, sure the echo in her every word was slightly scary, especially when there was nothing for it to echo off of, just on of the many things that came with dying.
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Forsaken Demon
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You cannot kill what you did not create.
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Post by Forsaken Demon on Nov 12, 2008 10:26:33 GMT -5
Massive paws beat the earth upon each and every step the undead beast took, leaving behind crater like pawprints within the soft soil. His strong bones made a cracking noises every so often as they comfortably popped in and out of his sockets, his emotionless blood red optics flicked across the scenery. Nothing, compete emptiness beside the occasional shrub here and there. The whistling wind echoed within his auds every so often, and as the King reached the heart of the Crossroads he came to a sudden halt. His breathing slowed, aswell as his faint heartbeat, yes Oblivion was one of the rare undead who still managed to still have a beating heart. He sensed something was off, yet he was not worried. There was hardly anyone foolish enough to attack this massive beast, let alone this was sacred grounds. And if blood touched the soil, a curse was said to fall upon the those whowere involved in the bloodshed. The undead brute tuned in to his surroundings, waiting for even th slightest noise to echo within his sensitive auds.
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Magenta
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The poem in my Sig was written by me, I just could fit it all in *Cries*
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Post by Magenta on Nov 29, 2008 2:09:07 GMT -5
So far not much had happened but a sound did come from close by. Sofia decided to check it out, maybe even have a little entertainment from what ever was behind this next tree. Her ears were raised as she peered the tree, sniffing the air curiously aa the big brute came into her vision. She shook herself, and with every shifting of her fur became more visible, though she still kept up her intangibility, no harm in being careful. this male seemed strong enough to take her down even while she was dead. Her paws shifted silently and moved her forward, taking her right through the tree.Her head peeping out on the other side, giving off a blue glow. "Hello there." She said, smiling brightly. Behind the tree the rest of her body was tense, ready to jolt away at the sign of trouble there was something with the undead that seemed to unnerve her like no other type of wolf could. She stepped forward slightly, now having half her body slicking out of the tree as she tried to get a closer look. She had a very strange expression on, one of pure confusion. He was dead wasn't he, but then how could she hear the thumping of his heart? [/color][/center]
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