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Merci d'Rue Babbling Loony

Joined: 18 Jan 2006 Posts: 2810
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:31 pm Post subject: Operation Darkstar |
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From her current position Merci looked out. Many questions filling her head.
Why have you brought us here? What task have you promised to us? She implored the darkness, it's silence was her reply.
She turned, climbing down the stairs, and laying flat on the ground. Her lithe body lay motionless and pressed against the once blood soaked ground. She could smell the battles, wrought here, the painful defeats, the violently joyous victories. The Eons of death and destruction that fueled her senses pushed thru her. She was overcome with a torrent of emotions, rising like a dark tide inside her, twisting and turning she felt suspended in nothing.
Yet all had changed...
When he arrived he paused as he saw her lay, the grip of the vision shuddering thru her. His footsteps paused as he looked down, her eyes white as she uttered.
Twisting thru the blackened door
Soaking blood upon the floor
Time waits for no one, man nor beast
Promises soon of your last feast.
Riding across the darkened sky
Like words of death from mouths they fly.
Moving fast with little stealth
Robbing poor and robbing wealth
Prepare yourself forever more
For death shall knock upon your door. _________________ May destiny guide you... |
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Merci d'Rue Babbling Loony

Joined: 18 Jan 2006 Posts: 2810
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 12:03 pm Post subject: The Kings Death foretold... |
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She was choking, she couldn't breathe. It was as if the air around her was gone and replaced by a poisonous green gas. She coughed futilely trying to erase this monstrosity from her lungs, and saw droplets of blood spout from her lungs.
She was dying... No... He was...
In the next moment she hovered over Myrddin his face pale, the lines of age and scars on his face etched like a fine carving. He would wake no more....
She shook him, Myrddin! Myrddin get up...
They pulled her back, dragging her from him, her body beginning to transform as a torrent of rage and despair flowed thru her.
Willow placed the chains upon her...
I am sorry Merci, your a danger even to yourself now...
The Lycan female howled long and loud crying out against the rich black sky....
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....
She hated these visions. _________________ May destiny guide you... |
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