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Date Posted: 21:13:45 07/15/03 Tue
Author: Corvus Crux
Subject: Devil's Sad Symphony

My meaning:: The Crow's Benevolent Cross

Religion:: God's right hand murderer

Status:: Soldier, Assasin

In need of:: Purest home

Kill toll::44 demons

I love you:: None

Hit list::Father of Sinners

They call me:: Corvus Crux

You call me Crux::

I look like:: A snow storm (dappled gray)

I'm aged::Endless

My sword is:: Platinum

My Hooves are::PLatinum

My children:: None, but in heat.

Condition:: Promise me a home, I promise you a child.

Playa of:: Nosferatu and Poison

~Entrada~

Lean physique stood in the storm, back against the wind. Glaring opticals looked at this pitiful land. Scowl fixated upon her jowls, quivering with an anger. The heaven's shook with thunder, howling wind pursuin the coldness of her bones till they chilled at the marrow. The vixen's horn dimmed into a cornflower blue. Cavear shifted uneasily in storm. Hail hammering wildly on her pelt. Finally, the bitch emitted a strangulated cry, the feeling of drowning overcoming her. Long slender forearms reached up as extensors pushed through the soggy loam. The drenched druid flipped up her smoke tinged plumes over her back, preventing them from being caked in mud. Atlas was held highly, exposing her blaring white regalia. Though she was disgusted with this land, because it was overcome by demons, some where to sleep for the night seemed fashionable.
After many minutes, she found a small cavern, black quartz and amethyst dimly glinted in the distance. The padding inside seemed to be dry and stationed against the malicious wind and rain. The xanthippe plooped down into the soft bed of long grasses, contemplating her next move. These lands. . . .She had heard of them for the longest time. The stories told by many wary travelers had brough her here. The unicorns of the great past had once lived here, but she could only feel four present. Elusa was not here anymore. It was because of her friends and travellers that had brought her the tales. Yet a dark one had found her as well, telling her stories of the one marked Demitiase. The name remained hidden in her past as to whom had told her about the devil, she knew at once, his dark presence was here. And so were others, K'yvanne, Noah, and the greatest Perseus. How she wished to live among Perseus and fight with him, for she knew of the troubles that had risen. Many hadn't come for a long time to her past homes, which told her that there was trouble brewing. The feelings of hopelessness seemed to plague the lands.
Many souls were not at rest, uneasily moving about, always shifting, as if there was an earthquake to happen. At least this is what she felt. That this land would come to part and the seas would swallow up even the greatly brewing darkside. The only survivors if any would be those whom lived rebelling either side riding amongst the tides. Unless something were to happen and stop it. Yet it seemed also, that the good were beginning to slowly gain some more bodies. Matter of fact Crux was here. She had also heard up north in the Sweeping Hills about a runaway evil, rebelling against her own kind. She believed the mutterings to say Arcane, or Ara, maybe Arachne? She didn't stop and listen fully to find out. She laid patiently in the dark cave void of any more nature, watching cautiously out the mouth, sensing the blood of millions perished, thousans born, and hundreds dying. There were so many souls she had once heard of in these lands. Where were they now?

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| Reality Fails And Time Dims | -- R.e.a.l.i.t.y.s.F.a.i.l.u.r.e., 07:50:08 07/16/03 Wed
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      - | Time Fails And Reality Dims | -- R.e.a.l.i.t.y.s.Fa.i.l.u.r.e, 13:27:59 07/17/03 Thu