Post by varda» on Oct 28, 2006 17:33:59 GMT -5
twisted roots, twisted earth, that was all that could be seen throughout the lithosphere. twas pleasing, a sort of sparkle, a moonshine o'er the area. a glorious hue of heaven's light, striking the emerald stained plantation at the right moments, a sense of silver liquid forests. a shiver would be present to anyone who is blessed to the heart. yet sense with the mixture of hues of moonshine and emerald, a sense of earthen oneness could be felt through the tip of the flint of a visiting mascu'. such elegance ran through the roots of the natural skyscapers, and yet, see, a protection that none could break down.
echos of vocals shimmered through the waving emerald clothing of the tree, such a melodious and peaceful tune, pure nature's song, one that is often rejected by the twisted minds. yet there was no sense on taking what the cursed thought of the matter, what mattered was how this realm could sustain ebrithil's desire of a warm and protecting domain for his harem. well, no matter, lets go through the basics, the same thought that ran through the cranium of the brute, taking a step with each thought, admiring his surroundings.
melodious and welcome musicans ran throughout the area, a most desirable account for one with a taste of nature's music. sights of alluring hues splash around, a sense of softness yet strongness in one self. the aromas, freshly crushed pine underneath a previous hoofprint, shearing around who made such the print, and alas the saltiness of the atmos from the carrying winds from the ocean's shore. such an aroma that your sense could never forget.
orbs sought out the realm, a sparkle of approval glittered into the ebon stained souls as thoughts of having his own lady call this place her sanctuary. weight shifted through the rippling mass of the lord's bodice toward the back pistons, hauling his frontlined pistons into the atmos, obsidians slicing through. and not a moment past by, a vocal of claimance had echoed throughout the nature's skyscrapers, revealing a new lord had come to power.
I hast called claimance 'pon these moonshine realm, a claimance that heeds all enemies of heaven's light to set a sight on what blooms and grows within this realm, the realm of silver wood.
echos of vocals shimmered through the waving emerald clothing of the tree, such a melodious and peaceful tune, pure nature's song, one that is often rejected by the twisted minds. yet there was no sense on taking what the cursed thought of the matter, what mattered was how this realm could sustain ebrithil's desire of a warm and protecting domain for his harem. well, no matter, lets go through the basics, the same thought that ran through the cranium of the brute, taking a step with each thought, admiring his surroundings.
melodious and welcome musicans ran throughout the area, a most desirable account for one with a taste of nature's music. sights of alluring hues splash around, a sense of softness yet strongness in one self. the aromas, freshly crushed pine underneath a previous hoofprint, shearing around who made such the print, and alas the saltiness of the atmos from the carrying winds from the ocean's shore. such an aroma that your sense could never forget.
orbs sought out the realm, a sparkle of approval glittered into the ebon stained souls as thoughts of having his own lady call this place her sanctuary. weight shifted through the rippling mass of the lord's bodice toward the back pistons, hauling his frontlined pistons into the atmos, obsidians slicing through. and not a moment past by, a vocal of claimance had echoed throughout the nature's skyscrapers, revealing a new lord had come to power.
I hast called claimance 'pon these moonshine realm, a claimance that heeds all enemies of heaven's light to set a sight on what blooms and grows within this realm, the realm of silver wood.
