I Promise {Open}
Jul 1, 2014 14:31:06 GMT -6
Post by 愛 S I D D E H 愛 on Jul 1, 2014 14:31:06 GMT -6
[smear:5eb4e1]A R C A N E[/smear:20072b]
[smear:5eb4e1]Everything may not be perfect, but at least we tried
And it's too late now to say all the wonderful things that I thought of you[/smear:20072b]
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Gray limbs picked their way across a shattered looking ground. The sky was painted in bleak colours, splashes of dark grays, and lighter grays consumed the entirety of the horizon. The hessian stared into the distance with his own stormy features. Stoic in facial expression, but he followed the statement of allowing his occulars to become the window to his soul. Since coming to this place, he'd felt so lonely. Even in the presence of his siblings. Arcane could feel anger bubbling beneath his surface. Anguish, sadness, and a whole slew of other emotions that rolled through the dark masked creature. His occulars almost spat out the internal pain he felt. Arcane couldn't speak with anyone, and so there he was trapped within the cyclone of his internal world. The dreary sky seemed to be the only home to him for now.
He had yet to find a suitable place to bring his siblings. Arcane heaved a sigh, as he did the atmosphere around him dropped around him. The hessian paused his movements, the sounds of his clicking hooves fell silent. This place seemed bitterly ironic. As if it was throwing his shattered life back in his face. Arcane let out a violent cry as he leapt upon his haunches. Slamming his front into the ground in anger. He repeated the actions until he was out of breath. Leaving him feeling completely isolated, and alone. Arcane had nowhere to go, and nothing to show for the life he lead now. He'd left his homeland where he had a promising future. To what? He was nothing but another face in the crowd here.
Arcane tossed his head to the sky, having subsided his ground-pounding tantrum. His mop flying backwards as he glared into her belly. He harbored so much hatred for how life had treated him. Yet was so broken about his family, and his last love that he struggled to make his next decision. Arcane could feel liquid running down his face, though it was warm. He glanced around slowly, noticing that it was not yet raining. Arcane took notice of the ache in his chest, and let out another angered, violent scream. The hessian returned to expending his tortured energy upon the limestone pieces beneath his hooves.
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Gray limbs picked their way across a shattered looking ground. The sky was painted in bleak colours, splashes of dark grays, and lighter grays consumed the entirety of the horizon. The hessian stared into the distance with his own stormy features. Stoic in facial expression, but he followed the statement of allowing his occulars to become the window to his soul. Since coming to this place, he'd felt so lonely. Even in the presence of his siblings. Arcane could feel anger bubbling beneath his surface. Anguish, sadness, and a whole slew of other emotions that rolled through the dark masked creature. His occulars almost spat out the internal pain he felt. Arcane couldn't speak with anyone, and so there he was trapped within the cyclone of his internal world. The dreary sky seemed to be the only home to him for now.
He had yet to find a suitable place to bring his siblings. Arcane heaved a sigh, as he did the atmosphere around him dropped around him. The hessian paused his movements, the sounds of his clicking hooves fell silent. This place seemed bitterly ironic. As if it was throwing his shattered life back in his face. Arcane let out a violent cry as he leapt upon his haunches. Slamming his front into the ground in anger. He repeated the actions until he was out of breath. Leaving him feeling completely isolated, and alone. Arcane had nowhere to go, and nothing to show for the life he lead now. He'd left his homeland where he had a promising future. To what? He was nothing but another face in the crowd here.
Arcane tossed his head to the sky, having subsided his ground-pounding tantrum. His mop flying backwards as he glared into her belly. He harbored so much hatred for how life had treated him. Yet was so broken about his family, and his last love that he struggled to make his next decision. Arcane could feel liquid running down his face, though it was warm. He glanced around slowly, noticing that it was not yet raining. Arcane took notice of the ache in his chest, and let out another angered, violent scream. The hessian returned to expending his tortured energy upon the limestone pieces beneath his hooves.
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