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Date Posted: 03:38:35 04/28/02 Sun
Author: Aftermath
Subject: ,- the advent -,



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The spawn of two souls in complete contempt of each other, raised with dangerous ideals nailed to her twisted psyche so deranged, so monstruous. Her mind is a torrential mesh of menace, a silent minefield full of contradictions as constant as the moon. The petty coinage of the earth is severed out from the beaten mint of the terra firma with sharp and unforigiving flints. Pillars of muscle contract and extend with each pounding stride that propells her bulky weight onwards with gusto. Veiled in a bruised umbra the colour of pure dispair is the demonic beast, stained and lacerated by methods of discord. Tresses are knotted, hanging in limp and entrancing nooses. They move in the manner of corpses about her, her conquests on a gory display about her crown and trailing behind her. A memory of torment for those lost to the mould that echos her presence. Her eyes are spellbinding. A universe of their own, with little lunulae reflecting any light that would dare try and enter her flith-ridden physique. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. All that may be observed here is a vacuum of oblivion with an intense pull. The lamp attracting the flies...An ominous air hangs about her as she moves like a bat out of hell. Virile atavism stirs the instincts like a dreaded potion of poison. The motions are violent against all things natural. The might-filled she careers towards the new unchartered lands, laced extremeties snagging painfully upon straying twigs of a withering state despite the seasonal condition. The pain is a nessicity. It her only link to the physical world around her at times, an exhillarating life rope.
Now she is your problem.


name---------- aftermath
breed----------- fresian
gender---------- female
age--------- 6
hue---------- black

----personality----
you either love her or you hate her

--------history--------
born in senac herd, by nuage and out of acceber. travelled to impurity, became a lead mare. travelled to 13d, became an outcast.



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