| Subject: -The Illusions Are Real- |
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Rage
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Date Posted: 15:55:12 01/30/04 Fri
-Slowly the brute of ebon' entered the cavern, his home, the hole in the earth inwhich he could hide and mope to his heart's content. Or whatever else the brute felt like doing at the moment. Scales shimmered in a majestic display of slendior as the brute strode into his domain. An aggitated snort was given at his own actions, he was acting childish, a fool, nothing like the leader he was, but what was one to expect? He didn't even feel a leader at times anymore. He was an empty shell with only the emotions of anger and depression to feed him, propel him forward. A low growl rumbled forth as the beast of onyx looked over his rather shambling established cave. The nests were worn, unused, even his own looked dusty and untouched, but he never slept anymore and if he did it was on to cold floor. The few precious books he'd held remained closed and on a self in the corner, trinkets stashed away and growing rusty from miscare...his empire was crumbling, yet still he stood, almost immobile the ever present brute of evilness with a heart. What a twisted being he was, though not nearly as much as his insane mate, who didn't even seem to remember him at the moment. Curse whoever thought up the depths of the unknown...he'd be more then willing to kill a few souls, if it meant Common Sense would return to normal, or if it brought back his dead King and Queen...he missed the past, struggled through the present, and dreaded the future-
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