Post by raven on Sept 5, 2006 15:47:16 GMT -5
± Raven|
± Advertisment In Ebon Rose|
± SINNER|
± Silver Sorrow|
± Sorrow|
± 5 Winters|
± Mare|
± Arabian|
± No One|
± Dark|
± 14.3|
± Silvery White|
± None|
± Black|
± A Trickster, Very Cunning|
± She was born of Light alliance and turned to the Dark side for she thought the Light were too giddy and happy and Pure.|
± The skies above were dark and grey as the rain poured down upon the silver frame. Thunder was cracking above, drowning out the pounding of the witch's daggers. Her blue occuli sweeping over the land as the lightning danced upon her frame. Sliding to a quick stop letting the mud splatter everywhere, but on her. Parting her velvet kissers she emitted a soft snort. Letting carbon fill the atmosphere around her.
Raising her dial her thorns pricked forward she watched as a light fea walked past. Lacing her thorns agianst her silver crown as she slowly made her way past the dove.
You might wonder who this witch was. Well you will find out as I tell you. This witch is cursed Silver Sorrow. But beware Sorrow is a trickster. A little devil you might say. Some may find that about her irratating or childish, but if you are a true Dark you would find it a blessing. And she is a blessing. Bringing hell to the world as she manipulates her way into brutes lives. And drives so called true Dark wench's into insanity. But I guess if you dare and want to try and trust her you will find out on your own.
Turning her raised dial she watched the waters below. The waves beating relentlessly agianst the rocks. The wind blowing her iron hued locks agianst her arched boa, her silver plume beating agianst her almost alabaster hide. She thought it was peaceful. Watching the nature around her work its wonders. Shaking her crania she gave a distasteful snort. How could she be thinking this way. The Pure in her was fighting to get out.
Sorrow.... Sorrow.... Please let me out. You know you want the good in you to be free. You want to be able to laugh like a giddy Light. Fall in love. I know what you want Sorrow. All you have to do is let me out. The voice in the back of her head had come back. She thought she lost the voice years ago. And now it was back. Wanting her to do good, Pure things.
No! I'm not listening to you. You were supposed to be gone. Why?! Why, do you have to haunt me like this? Can't you just understand that I want to be Dark. Being Corrupt is who who I am! The anger in the banshee was rising. Her obsidian pools filled with confusion.
± Advertisment In Ebon Rose|
± SINNER|
± Silver Sorrow|
± Sorrow|
± 5 Winters|
± Mare|
± Arabian|
± No One|
± Dark|
± 14.3|
± Silvery White|
± None|
± Black|
± A Trickster, Very Cunning|
± She was born of Light alliance and turned to the Dark side for she thought the Light were too giddy and happy and Pure.|
± The skies above were dark and grey as the rain poured down upon the silver frame. Thunder was cracking above, drowning out the pounding of the witch's daggers. Her blue occuli sweeping over the land as the lightning danced upon her frame. Sliding to a quick stop letting the mud splatter everywhere, but on her. Parting her velvet kissers she emitted a soft snort. Letting carbon fill the atmosphere around her.
Raising her dial her thorns pricked forward she watched as a light fea walked past. Lacing her thorns agianst her silver crown as she slowly made her way past the dove.
You might wonder who this witch was. Well you will find out as I tell you. This witch is cursed Silver Sorrow. But beware Sorrow is a trickster. A little devil you might say. Some may find that about her irratating or childish, but if you are a true Dark you would find it a blessing. And she is a blessing. Bringing hell to the world as she manipulates her way into brutes lives. And drives so called true Dark wench's into insanity. But I guess if you dare and want to try and trust her you will find out on your own.
Turning her raised dial she watched the waters below. The waves beating relentlessly agianst the rocks. The wind blowing her iron hued locks agianst her arched boa, her silver plume beating agianst her almost alabaster hide. She thought it was peaceful. Watching the nature around her work its wonders. Shaking her crania she gave a distasteful snort. How could she be thinking this way. The Pure in her was fighting to get out.
Sorrow.... Sorrow.... Please let me out. You know you want the good in you to be free. You want to be able to laugh like a giddy Light. Fall in love. I know what you want Sorrow. All you have to do is let me out. The voice in the back of her head had come back. She thought she lost the voice years ago. And now it was back. Wanting her to do good, Pure things.
No! I'm not listening to you. You were supposed to be gone. Why?! Why, do you have to haunt me like this? Can't you just understand that I want to be Dark. Being Corrupt is who who I am! The anger in the banshee was rising. Her obsidian pools filled with confusion.