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Subject: [.return.] Author: Demon [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:21:15 02/11/03 Tue The low-slung frame of the infamous ebonnite behemoth meltedf from Drekkas' Camp lands, into the beckoning shadows of darkness. Although he had no fear for the sun, nor its' stinging brightness that revealed what would otherwise be hidden, he preferred the darkness. His movement was liquid, and he moved much like the shadow of a speeding avian-swift and smooth, rippling like water. His locomotion halted just between the first two statues, near the steps of the temple. Quickly he scaled the small amount of steps, where he sat himself directly in the center, muscles ripppling and bulging as he lowered himself. From afar a stranger to the lands could probably mistake Demon for wolfbane himself in his stance. He copied the statues' pose, sitting upright and looking like a carbon copy of the rows of stone varg. The darkness swirled around him, seeming to radiate from his very core and swirl about him before fanning out and covering the rest of the Temple grounds.. Crimson orbs stared ahead at nothing, as if the insane Balkar was on a different planet. A canine vampire, in the flesh. Save for the beating of his heart, the pumping of his crimson flow, he had copied the stance of the comforting statues. He heard no heartbeats nearby, so one could only assume that he was alone, at least for now... (OOC: Demons' insanity has escalated to the point where he can hear heartbeats. They get louder as he loses control of his sanity. OOooOOo! *huggles Demon*) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]