Post by /x.. K a t z e on Aug 18, 2007 15:35:47 GMT -5
s m i l e .all. the time
your lips move .x. s c a r l e t
and exhale toxic .x. l u p i n
I hear nothing .x. f a t a l e
instead of impacting noise .x. f o u r
there is silence .x. t i m b e r
.shine. your teeth 'till m e a n i n g l e s s
fear of what you wont realize .x. v r e d e
your wrathful afronts do nothing .x. p e r s o n s o o n
it is the silence that kills .x. H i s t o r y S o o n
and s h a r p e n them with .lies.
sample post .x. f r o m m y c h a r a c t e r d e t e s t e
insanity. no capitols, no bolding, italics, underline, strike do or any of that. Just an i-n-s-a-n-i-t-y and a period. This life is not perfect, this world is messed up, and forever it will be, this world has crushed me into a manic, drove me out of my mind and into insanity. Cursed with two personas and a drive to kill, blessed with a mate and a son. This life, is twisted, it's bad it's good, it's black and white, it's grey. It's Neutral. Shoulders slinked in unision with the muscle as the machinary of my carcass went to work. Pillars cruised one over another, a vain prance produced through motion and looks. A tattered rudder was dragged air bound, it's peltage the worse matted out of my bodice. I cant say I was proud of what I was nor could I say I was shame. To be truthful I didnt give a darn about what anyone thought. My bodice had aged and my pelt had thinned, a new wound was now visable upon my neck, and the smell of lupin blood obious about my pressance. I had left versachi to seek revenge on a new enemy, and the assasination had been successful. Hate was an ugly thing, revenge worse but I could car less why not. I was a murderous lupin, shaming the race of wolves. Oooids seemed unblinking, a haunting sence about them, by looking at them you could realize I was a corrupt soul, the saphire spheres were now cracks with red veins, bloodshot and evil. A rather noticable zepher bounded about the earth, slapping my face and sending a chill down the spines of the mightiest confires. The arcehry here had weaved into a giant mess, it blocked out the sun and casted a giant shadow about the whole terrain, it was such a suitable place for me. I was filthy, dry blood, scabs, parasites and the scent of deathly sickness loamed about me. I could not go like this to versachi. Audits twitched, listening to the soft ruch and crash of a river. Nigrescent carcass bounded out of route, slinking towards th bathing source. Without care I slid into the cold waters which the sun failed to warm, Lids finally closed as the liquid substance washed away the blood, the dirt, everything including my thoughts. I stood there forever still, and by the time I snapped out of my trance, I had numbed my limbs to the abdomen. It was mind over matter as I forced my bodice to move out, my aura had changed and the rushing waters had unmatted most fo my pelt. Nare softly twitched, peltage rippled as I shook the liquid off, at least most of it. I now made my way towards teh scent of versachi, and only stopped at a rose bush. After a few minuets I was on my way, with a cut up mug and a rose in between my jowls. The scent grew stronger and my pace got quicker, soon enough she was before me beautiful as ever. Lappets curled in a soft smile, ooids slightly brightened with her in sigh.
word count .x. f i v e h u n d r e d - t h i r t y s e v e n
that's how to .fight. L o n e l i n e s s
your lips move .x. s c a r l e t
and exhale toxic .x. l u p i n
I hear nothing .x. f a t a l e
instead of impacting noise .x. f o u r
there is silence .x. t i m b e r
.shine. your teeth 'till m e a n i n g l e s s
fear of what you wont realize .x. v r e d e
your wrathful afronts do nothing .x. p e r s o n s o o n
it is the silence that kills .x. H i s t o r y S o o n
and s h a r p e n them with .lies.
sample post .x. f r o m m y c h a r a c t e r d e t e s t e
insanity. no capitols, no bolding, italics, underline, strike do or any of that. Just an i-n-s-a-n-i-t-y and a period. This life is not perfect, this world is messed up, and forever it will be, this world has crushed me into a manic, drove me out of my mind and into insanity. Cursed with two personas and a drive to kill, blessed with a mate and a son. This life, is twisted, it's bad it's good, it's black and white, it's grey. It's Neutral. Shoulders slinked in unision with the muscle as the machinary of my carcass went to work. Pillars cruised one over another, a vain prance produced through motion and looks. A tattered rudder was dragged air bound, it's peltage the worse matted out of my bodice. I cant say I was proud of what I was nor could I say I was shame. To be truthful I didnt give a darn about what anyone thought. My bodice had aged and my pelt had thinned, a new wound was now visable upon my neck, and the smell of lupin blood obious about my pressance. I had left versachi to seek revenge on a new enemy, and the assasination had been successful. Hate was an ugly thing, revenge worse but I could car less why not. I was a murderous lupin, shaming the race of wolves. Oooids seemed unblinking, a haunting sence about them, by looking at them you could realize I was a corrupt soul, the saphire spheres were now cracks with red veins, bloodshot and evil. A rather noticable zepher bounded about the earth, slapping my face and sending a chill down the spines of the mightiest confires. The arcehry here had weaved into a giant mess, it blocked out the sun and casted a giant shadow about the whole terrain, it was such a suitable place for me. I was filthy, dry blood, scabs, parasites and the scent of deathly sickness loamed about me. I could not go like this to versachi. Audits twitched, listening to the soft ruch and crash of a river. Nigrescent carcass bounded out of route, slinking towards th bathing source. Without care I slid into the cold waters which the sun failed to warm, Lids finally closed as the liquid substance washed away the blood, the dirt, everything including my thoughts. I stood there forever still, and by the time I snapped out of my trance, I had numbed my limbs to the abdomen. It was mind over matter as I forced my bodice to move out, my aura had changed and the rushing waters had unmatted most fo my pelt. Nare softly twitched, peltage rippled as I shook the liquid off, at least most of it. I now made my way towards teh scent of versachi, and only stopped at a rose bush. After a few minuets I was on my way, with a cut up mug and a rose in between my jowls. The scent grew stronger and my pace got quicker, soon enough she was before me beautiful as ever. Lappets curled in a soft smile, ooids slightly brightened with her in sigh.
word count .x. f i v e h u n d r e d - t h i r t y s e v e n
that's how to .fight. L o n e l i n e s s
. Accepted.