Post by fallen on Apr 14, 2014 14:33:00 GMT -5
S E L V E N
.T h e B o n e C o l l e c t o r.
T H E Y C R I E D!T H E Y S C R E A M E D!What were his days coming too. Seething rage flowed from his pores like blood from a wound. The beasts large 17.3 hand frame rippled with thick cords of muscle as he slithered through the dim and dank forest. The Bone collecter snarled to himself, matted locks swayed with his movements, the porcelain bones that were matted within his coarse locks rattled, and chimned. Ice blue orbs seethign as he stared ahead, Massive plates did not dance. this was teh first time.. The beast had always waltzed along, songs chiming in his head. His bones soothign his hetic pace.. but nothing. There was nothing now.
The duo toned stallion let out a hollow breath, his thick skull was held high in thought. He had so many children.. Gothika. His first ever child, a filly. So beautiful and odd.. Selven had wanted to ravage her beyond belief most times. She was such a gorgeous child, even though spoiled. Then there was Nephillim. Bastard child. Selven scowled at teh thought of that son, never had he loved that child. He had wanted to murder him when he was first brought into Armageddon. Then, Valentino. That colt was the spitting image of Selven, same pattern and everything, but purple eyes. Tino and Selven also didn't like eachother, but Tino stayed out of Selvens way, and selven stayed out of his son's way.
The large beast snorted, as his mind wandered again.. back into the forbidden realm where love had tainted his black heart. Memory's pale face was there, her beautiful bone colored hide sparkling like his once beloved lands did. The do toned stallion snarled once again, black and white lips pulling back over his jagged enamels. Tortured Memory had returned, and Selven had found her. She did not come to him, and it infuriated the beast. His limbs started moving him forward, not paying attention as the most recent memory of her came to mind. He had raped her. Yes. Raped. She did not want him, and all though he loved her, he hated her all the same. She had left him, left their daughter. She ahd taken his kindness for weakness, and he couldn't have that. Selven had once again become the Blue Eyed Devil. Selven grinned maliciously then, dialated pools now burned with a hellish fire at what he had done. Tortured Memory was his. She knew that she would always belong to him.
The bastard snorted, his thick skull thrown now, a spring back in his step. Bone matted cords crashed against his flanks as he weaved through the trees. A few moments passed, and still nothing. The collector snorted, the ring that was that adorned his nose clattered and his peirced harks swiveled. He blended perfectly into the shadows, even the ivory patches of his hide muted by the thick darkness. His eyes focused on something then, a soft glow in the distance. His harks flattened for a moment, he had just left a place riddled with grotesqe and glowing beings now he had to deal with them here?! The collector laid in wait as the body came strutting.. Who was this oblivious hunk of flesh.. he could only imagine.
B U T T H E I R S I X F E E T U N D E R,A N D I C A N T H E A R A T H I N G
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