�Speaking of The Devil� -- Castlecrest Valley

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Date Posted: 14:47:29 12/07/02 Sat
Author: Satan
Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.169
Subject: �Speaking of The Devil�

.�.Some say that when you die you're dead. But for him, death was only the beggining. Now he's lost....�.

Desperado thundered into edge of terrian knowing for long periods of time this terrian had been empty, the shadows of wickidness and death followed his every hoofbeat. With every pounding slam of each ebon dagger left a steaming imprint three times deeper than most. His cranium tossed wildly sending sparking silken mane through the atmosphere. dull Golden oynx rimmed optics rolled with handsome cranium reveiling what would have been on whites on equines of the sort yet were of the blood colored scarlet. Scencing no life forms amoungst soon to be his own possestion, made it all the more better. Darkness seemed to follow ebonite steed for the blood of hell boiled deep within' taut veins. Being was the grandson of the king of hell, and son of queen of the city of the dead, Hamunaptra. The lining that took over the bold frame was the dull gold of Hamunaptra along with the hued black line and bordering the two lines were the bright bronze color of hell's royalty showing of his importance of being a grand-son. This land was to be one of the few he would take along this short venture. With the last incircling of the terrian the terrian was now to be callled his own. Turning he reared pon' hanches with lengthy neck arched a deathly, ear peircing wistle flowed from his vocals as he dissappeared amoungst the edge of the terrian yet to find another territory that fit the tight standards. He left as quick as he had entered leaving darkness and sin behind him.

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