Post by fatal on Apr 3, 2008 17:02:39 GMT -5
Some times all you have to do is believe, but what's left to believe in when all you've ever known has been torn to shreds? If you could walk one mile in this canis-lupus corpse, you'd know this hell hole isn't all its cracked up to be. Some say there is a fine line between love and hate, I say different; the line is thick and uneasily crossed. Try, my friend, try.
Talith was filled with dread as boney stilts of achromic dye traversed her carcass o'er the rocky tillage. At first take the planet had been covered in the pleasant blanket of darkest-night but upon further examination and a fluttering awakening of her vert occuli it became quite clear that it was truely high-noon. Carbon polluted the atmosphere as the bellatine's labros part to allow pointless muttering to mix with the wind. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Talith was filled with dread as boney stilts of achromic dye traversed her carcass o'er the rocky tillage. At first take the planet had been covered in the pleasant blanket of darkest-night but upon further examination and a fluttering awakening of her vert occuli it became quite clear that it was truely high-noon. Carbon polluted the atmosphere as the bellatine's labros part to allow pointless muttering to mix with the wind. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.