Post by Enigma and Chase on Dec 14, 2005 23:51:41 GMT -5
As the moonless night krept among the atmoshpere, it seemed to swallow all, sufficating any life form daring to cross it. All but one creature. One of the most evil souls you could cross was apon the terra. Coat as light as the pale moon that refused to rise, she took comfort in the binding darkness. Her Dark spirits enlightened, she was ready for anything.
'Twas always interesting when a pathetic stag would try and claim her. They always ended up dead, one way or the other. Yes, she yearned for a child of her own, to shower it with darkness, allow it to devour the young foal's heart, as her mother had done, but no one was worthy in her eyes to produce such a child with her. Darkness was the answer.
The Lights, they made her sick. If she was to see one at that moment, she would have no more joy unless the fool was slain. The Lights. Disgusting. Always trying to 'enlighten the world with peace'. There would never be peace. Not if she could help it. But the thing that angered her worse were the nuetrals.
Stuck between the Light ways and the Dark. They were all tipically Lights anyways, unable to and ashamed to call themselves Darks. Weak all of them. Unlike herself. She was strong. She knew not of pain. She knew not of death. She knew not of heart break. She only knew of the lust for power... The lust for blood... This insanity devoured her heart... And she was proud.
'Twas always interesting when a pathetic stag would try and claim her. They always ended up dead, one way or the other. Yes, she yearned for a child of her own, to shower it with darkness, allow it to devour the young foal's heart, as her mother had done, but no one was worthy in her eyes to produce such a child with her. Darkness was the answer.
The Lights, they made her sick. If she was to see one at that moment, she would have no more joy unless the fool was slain. The Lights. Disgusting. Always trying to 'enlighten the world with peace'. There would never be peace. Not if she could help it. But the thing that angered her worse were the nuetrals.
Stuck between the Light ways and the Dark. They were all tipically Lights anyways, unable to and ashamed to call themselves Darks. Weak all of them. Unlike herself. She was strong. She knew not of pain. She knew not of death. She knew not of heart break. She only knew of the lust for power... The lust for blood... This insanity devoured her heart... And she was proud.
