ARMAGEDDON
Jun 9, 2014 20:04:16 GMT -6
Post by fallen on Jun 9, 2014 20:04:16 GMT -6
Name of Territory: ARMAGEDDON
Territory Description: Deep within Imperium lands, lies a desert-like terrain. It stretches on for miles to the north, south, west and east; making a pocket within the lands. Armageddon lies between all of the lands of Imperium, it's land is flat and barren, with sparse foliage, barely enough to support those who live within the land. The only source of water is a dark lake, colored by silt and other various dirt types. The lake is a mile across both ways, and many feet deep, making it ideal for swimming, but all must swim at their own risk, for no one knows what lies beneath the glassy surface. The landscape is flat, with soft inclines that cannot even be considered hills. To the north, the flat landscape rolls up into tall, barren and ash colored mountains. At the base of these mountains are numerous caves, winding in and out of the rock. Multiple little 'dens' make up sleep quarters for the members of this land and light filters through many holes and crevasses in the ceiling, though there are parts that are less traveled, due to the darkness. Deep into the mountain is a little grotto, where a set of bones lay. These are the remains of the mare, Tortured Memory, very precious to the lead of these lands and to touch these, would mean the ultimate punishment. Down deeper into the caves, lies a huge cavern that is pitch black with a bottomless pit in the center. This is where prisoners are taken, their fear of falling is the only chains on their bodies and if one can manage to find the exit, they are free to go. If they can get past the captors and out of the caves that is.
Name of Character: Selven.The Bone Collector.
"Speaking, yo."
--- There was a swagger in his step. A purely hypnotizing grace in his waltz. His frozen gaze was fixated on the flat land that sat in the middle of the Imperium kingdom. He had finally decided to leave the cold wasteland of Cocytus to have his own section of earth. A place where he could keep his dames all to himself. Sure, Cocytus had welcomed him for years, and years, and Gothika, his only girl had secured an alliance with that brindled whore Nirvana by giving her Valentino. The colt had dissapeared and Gothika was heart broken, though Selven cared not. The child was nothing to him, he was no burden and he was no gift. He was just another body to feed. The coal and ivory stallion threw his head then, the bones matted within his hair rattling angrily. Selven only chuckled before humming a familiar tune that he would have to sing for his little bird.
When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch...
The old tune caused a skip in his step, a small hop of cliche happiness. The devilish bastard laughed then, his thick limbs finally carrying him to the border of the middle land. AH, home sweet home! He trotted into the land, grey dust kicking up at his heels. IT was so beautiful! As beautiful as he remembered! Selven smiled and spun on his haunches, song coming from his lips once again,
I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start!
He chuckled out loud, his firm lips splitting in a charming grin. "My dear Armageddon! Have you missed me my love!" He sang, the accent carrying on the wind through the land. He moved to the lake then, that sweet dark abyss he had so often stared into. He lowered his face to its haunting surface, the darkness swallowing his reflection for just a moment. He smiled dangerously, his careful lips barely breaking the surface as he spoke into its waters, "Your devil's back."
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--- There was a swagger in his step. A purely hypnotizing grace in his waltz. His frozen gaze was fixated on the flat land that sat in the middle of the Imperium kingdom. He had finally decided to leave the cold wasteland of Cocytus to have his own section of earth. A place where he could keep his dames all to himself. Sure, Cocytus had welcomed him for years, and years, and Gothika, his only girl had secured an alliance with that brindled whore Nirvana by giving her Valentino. The colt had dissapeared and Gothika was heart broken, though Selven cared not. The child was nothing to him, he was no burden and he was no gift. He was just another body to feed. The coal and ivory stallion threw his head then, the bones matted within his hair rattling angrily. Selven only chuckled before humming a familiar tune that he would have to sing for his little bird.
When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch...
The old tune caused a skip in his step, a small hop of cliche happiness. The devilish bastard laughed then, his thick limbs finally carrying him to the border of the middle land. AH, home sweet home! He trotted into the land, grey dust kicking up at his heels. IT was so beautiful! As beautiful as he remembered! Selven smiled and spun on his haunches, song coming from his lips once again,
I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start!
He chuckled out loud, his firm lips splitting in a charming grin. "My dear Armageddon! Have you missed me my love!" He sang, the accent carrying on the wind through the land. He moved to the lake then, that sweet dark abyss he had so often stared into. He lowered his face to its haunting surface, the darkness swallowing his reflection for just a moment. He smiled dangerously, his careful lips barely breaking the surface as he spoke into its waters, "Your devil's back."
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