Post by ||~Cruton~::Grey::|| on Mar 29, 2007 19:01:33 GMT -5
(Not sure if "Joining the army' means herd or just an army for /all/ darks.)
Come here and try to beat me
Just Come here and Taste your own defeat
A cold wind made it's way over my winter coat. Loose peices of my pelt flew off into the wind whipped bushes. Who knew so much wind could accure in one place? No, not just wind, the wind of death, the wind telling that there would be many deaths in the near future. Of the lights, or so I thought. But now, I glanced ahead. My daggers beat apont some of the crimson rock untill I entered the Domain. Withering and dead plants crunched and crumbled under my daggers as I again picked up the pace and thought about what I was doing. These were the lands of the Royal Dark Herd. Yes, anyone would envy this herd and these lands... All but the royal herd..
I kept up my swift gallop even when I was near the center of the lands. The Dark King, Charontes would be here to meet me. For I supose he would find my request a fine one. To join his army, yes, and be a warrior. Such a thing was an honor. And if I was a warrior, many equines of other alliences would be held as slaves, or be slain by me. That was what would come of /me/ being a warrior. And anyway, I would slay many lights and keep slaves anyway if I wasn't a warrior. But I was pretty sure I would be. But now, oh now I was to summon the Dark King and of course, /talk/ to him about my position as a warrior. Heck, maybe this stupid war would work out on my share for all those slaves I'd be collecting, one for each mare of my herd? My future herd that was. But now, oh now I let my voice bellow out summoning the Dark King. Now he better show up. I thought after a second.
Now Charontes, I know that /you/ are the Dark King and you are gathering an army. I /want/ to talk to you about that army of yours.
Come here and try to beat me
Just Come here and Taste your own defeat
A cold wind made it's way over my winter coat. Loose peices of my pelt flew off into the wind whipped bushes. Who knew so much wind could accure in one place? No, not just wind, the wind of death, the wind telling that there would be many deaths in the near future. Of the lights, or so I thought. But now, I glanced ahead. My daggers beat apont some of the crimson rock untill I entered the Domain. Withering and dead plants crunched and crumbled under my daggers as I again picked up the pace and thought about what I was doing. These were the lands of the Royal Dark Herd. Yes, anyone would envy this herd and these lands... All but the royal herd..
Come and Taste Your Own Blood
This is What You Recieve from Challening Me
This is What You Recieve from Challening Me
I kept up my swift gallop even when I was near the center of the lands. The Dark King, Charontes would be here to meet me. For I supose he would find my request a fine one. To join his army, yes, and be a warrior. Such a thing was an honor. And if I was a warrior, many equines of other alliences would be held as slaves, or be slain by me. That was what would come of /me/ being a warrior. And anyway, I would slay many lights and keep slaves anyway if I wasn't a warrior. But I was pretty sure I would be. But now, oh now I was to summon the Dark King and of course, /talk/ to him about my position as a warrior. Heck, maybe this stupid war would work out on my share for all those slaves I'd be collecting, one for each mare of my herd? My future herd that was. But now, oh now I let my voice bellow out summoning the Dark King. Now he better show up. I thought after a second.
Come Here and Bring It On
Come on Here and Taste Your Death
Come on Here and Taste Your Death
Now Charontes, I know that /you/ are the Dark King and you are gathering an army. I /want/ to talk to you about that army of yours.
Your D.e.a.t.h Lies Before My Eyes
This is What You Re.ciev.e from Chall.egin.g Me
This is What You Re.ciev.e from Chall.egin.g Me