The scent of blood is captured by your nostrils as a stiff breeze creaks through the ghastly white sycamore trees inside the marsh. Curiousity reeks of havoc, but you proceed your walk towards the swamp anyway. The wind presses against you, as if warning you to turn back. You proceed against the wind, nearing the territory's boundaries. You stop at the perimeter, hesistant. You study the sycamores, and note a pattern during your probing. On every sixth tree, a satanist star is painted in snake's blood. Not three feet in front of you is the rancid corpse of the beheaded six foot snake.
You overcome the fear of the emblem and the snake, and proceed into the marsh woods. The moment you step inside the periphery of the territory, everything becomes 3D blasphemy. A sharp wind screams through the trees like a dying animal. You are quite daring to continue on. A large raven stares down at you from a bare sycamore tree. He watches you with a single bloody eye, and caws loudly. The raven turned his head, and you are suddenly sickened as you notice that he is missing his other eye. He swoops down, narrowly missing your thalidomide robot face, and flies off, squalling loudly of your prelude. You venture on, plodding through the thick, blood red mire of the marsh.
You approach a log that has fallen in your path. The bark of the tree has been stripped away, and blood has been streaked over it. On the other side of the tree is a dead swamp deer, rancid with death and covered in squirming maggots. The cries of the buzzards that circle of above you suddenly stop. An eerie song rings through the woods, echoing between the trees...
...The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the blood and washed the spider out. Out came the Reaper and lapped up all the blood. And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again......The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the blood and washed the spider out....
The singer discontinued herself, and a gothic black mare suddenly appeared in the clearing that you stand in. The same one-eyed raven was perched upon her luminous black shoulder. The mare smiled bitterly, and finished the chorus, " Out came the Reaper and lapped up all the blood. And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again."
The mare took your gaze with her flaming red eyes, and held it there, burning your eyes if you dared to try to look away. "Ah, so I see you met Melissa," she said, referring to the maggot-filled deer. "Wander around long enough, you may found my recent addition: Amber, the bear I hung from a tree by her neck," she said, sneering. "Your sniffing around has led you here, I see. If you are here to provoke conflict here, I greatly advise you to leave, or I will rip you apart. If you are searching for the realm of hell to reside in, you have come to the right place.
"I am ruler of this territory. I am Belial, 666, or the Grim Reaper. I'm a Christian threat and I'm not dead yet. I am not humane like the others. If you cannot live with that, I strongly suggest you leave. I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed, or minusculed. If you consider the source, it's kind of pitiful. I am a hideous mare that you don't understand, and you never will understand. Do not even try. You will only hurt yourself. I have a super dred bet with an angel drug head. You can work out the equation on your own time," Belial said, and then paused, smiling.
"Are you a dead-beat winner, or do you want to be a sinner?" she asked. "I can show you how to be a sinner if you are an intermediate." She finally released your gaze from her fiery red eyes. "Are you brave enough to stay, or do you fear me like the others?" she questioned.
Alpha Mare- Belial
Alpha Stallion - None
Beta Mare - Talena
Beta Stallion - None
Foals - Maybe Too Much (Position to be detirmined)
- Collection Of Wordlist Dictionaries For Cracking Wifi Wpa Wpa2 -- irvifax, 01:47:20 02/02/14 Sun
- Attention! -- Belial, 12:09:50 07/17/02 Wed
- Storms In -- Dawning Midnight, 14:49:06 07/16/02 Tue
- damn -- Belial, 12:06:49 07/17/02 Wed
- Sorry so unactive.... -- Belial, 19:42:27 06/23/02 Sun
- The Black Mare is Extremly bord. -- Dawning Midnight, 13:48:08 07/16/02 Tue
- -rises- -- Maybe, 14:46:40 07/02/02 Tue
- -snorts- -- Maybe, 12:45:56 07/10/02 Wed
- The black mare walks around restlesly -- Dawning Midnight, 12:13:18 07/05/02 Fri
- (no subject) -- Black Majik, 17:04:55 06/26/02 Wed
- (no subject) -- Wish Upon a Midnight's Curse, 16:58:20 06/26/02 Wed
- *enters swiftly, eyes raking the lands...* -- Senshi Blade, 21:21:51 06/20/02 Thu
- to belials user -- midnight's user, 12:55:06 06/19/02 Wed
- Slips Quietly in -- Dawning Midnight, 12:33:32 06/19/02 Wed
- <font color=yellowgreen> -Snorts, flaring his nostrils- -- Maybe Too Much, 07:27:42 06/14/02 Fri
- *waits* -- Belial, 10:15:27 06/04/02 Tue
- ~Arrives~ -- SlipKnot, 07:44:23 06/05/02 Wed
- *snorts* -- Belial, 11:56:45 06/05/02 Wed
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