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Subject: [ x ] n o w . I . l a y . m e . d o w n . t o . s l e e p | [ dark mark ]

Author: [ x ] reveille | [ morsemordre ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:05:37 06/21/05 Tue In reply to: flames o' hell | NOSFERATU 's message, "burn within the flames of hell | LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT" on 16:44:24 06/20/05 Mon ...now I lay me down to sleep ...I pray the Lord my soul to keep ...let Angels guide me through the night ...and wake me with the morning light It is finally time to put my plan into progress. For years I have been trying to figure out the way to escape the dark past of my damn life. The Pain and the suffering I was put through as a child. I will think like Hitler, move like Hitler, everyone will suffer within my power. The chambers, the burning flames, Starving, beating, everything will cause pain. If your lucky maybe you will get the special treatment. I, myself, will take my knife and slowly peel off your flesh from all over your body until you die from the blood loss, then I will drink the blood you have spilled onto the ground Now all I need to figure out is a way to escape from here. I need to run. I need to leave my wretched life. Everyone will suffer like I did, not one person will escape me. I will find them. The ones who run will get it harder and more painful. I dare you to test my limits, push my buttons, and see how I work. Push the wrong buttons and the timer will begin. When it's all over I will leave my stamp on your forehead. The stamp that will read Reveille because that’s who I am. Now it was time for me to take my leave. To break from this horrid jail. I shall meet you later, good luck and let the games begin. His face and body were scored by the teeth of many others, and he fought as fiercely as ever and more shrewdly. but the strange horse, no matter what the breed or valor, swiftly acknowledged Revei's supremacy or found himself struggling for life with a terrible antagonist. And Reveille was merciless. He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death. He had lessoned from the Devil, and from the chief fighting, and knew there was no middle course. He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed. Reveille stood close to the wench of similar hue, and listened to her speech. a slow smirk spread over devilishly handsome facade as he gazed at her. True this place was indeed pathetic, but he had felt it best to get Morse out of AOF. she needed change, and besides he had gotten bored with his pevious home. besides there were plenty more goodies to torment here. He stood silently as Flames spoke to him. no response is given but a soft chuckle. and as the mahogany form of their son could be seen lurking in the shadows, his smirk grew. dial is raised as he gazed at his sons already impressive build. as their spawn neared them, his maw is thrust forth to bump the youth's shoulder in a proud sort of way. long ashen dreads lash at muscled haunches as he again looked about. he had been asked to look after another . a vampiric filly, whom Revei hadn't seen hide nor hair of since he had arrived. a soft call is sent for the flicka. Leave with me my love Reveille Plan this for eight short years They say I think like a friesian X Beneath skies of an azure blue gray, accents lie in a Black hue Choreographed by unknown artists I'm built to tower 18 hh My Heart is held in the hands of Flames O' Hell our plan is made by a Masculine These plans were made for you above I am whom they call Sam You may find me with aim on nanner676 ...now I lay me down to sleep ...I pray th Lord my soul to keep ...let Angels guide me through the night ...and wake me with the morning light Behind Sam The Nanner676 Muse skippy_peanut_butter99@yahoo.com

.Please forgive me father .For i know not what i do .I just have not had the chance .To ever meet you .I never knew that i would grow to be .My mother's evil seed .and do these evil deeds.. Hideous black clouds hung above in the atmosphere blotting out all the light that could be shed through, but wait, it is not morning at all. No it is night, the time at which the demons dance their dance of death, where the shadows seem to call your name. Mother Luna tries her best to let her silvery rays mingle through the darkness, and in some places she succeeds more than others. The darkness of the forest canopy swallows her silks of ivory light, only allowing a few forgotten strands to twist their way from her lips. A chilly night breeze wound its way through the foliage twisting its fingers around each life form it came into contact with, the gales of air were followed close behind by the clammy fingers of a light mist. Night creatures scurried back and forth across the paths and not to far off in the distance a shriek can be heard, the last dying cries of a rabbit picked up and ripped apart by a ravenous coyote. Its very life shut between the sharpened teeth of its trap like jaw, everything was over in only a few minutes and then there was silence once more Morsemordre had put u[ a good fight with her new caretaker Reveille, about coming. She didn't want to leave Eriador. So what if her good for nothing father and wench of a mother had wanted her to? What did they care? they left her here alone to rot. Akasha and Sinbad obviously cared not as to what was to come of their only daughter. But she didn't care, she was glad they were dead. Better off without them she always said. But, you see that wasn't the case at all with Morsemordres feelings about her parents. She missed them terribly, and mourned their loss. her rather dejected form rest in the shadows as she had reluctantly followed the large stallion here. she snorted softly as the form of the bay colt was caught within powder blue visionaries. a glare of sorts plastered over gorgeous features as she watched him move towards his parents. he was even cocky around his dam and sire! retinas are rolled tot he sky, before she jerke dher dial when a call was sent out for her. orbs narrow as she snorts again. hock-length dreads carck 'cross muscled haunches as she pulls herself together. dial is raised, as serpentine is arched. muscles bulge as she begins to move. adopting a slow deux-count she moved towards the quaint litle pow-wow. halting a little ways away from them, between Flames O' Hell and nosferatu, though not close to either of them, she dips crania in respect for the couple. No acknowledgement of the colt is given as she speaks softly, the very tips of her pointed fangs are visible with her speech. Thank you, Flames O' Hell for allowing me to come with you and your family. words cease, as she again dips her dreambox, to the other fem. blue visionaries begin to search the lands. however nothing held her interest and her attion is again moved tot he trio about her awaiting anyone to speak. [ x darkmark x ] Leave with me my love Morsmordre Plan this for 1 year They say I think like a friesian (x?) Beneath skies of an azure blue gray, accents lie in a bloodied hue My father goes by Sinbad And my mother by Akasha I'm built to tower unknown yet My Heart is held in the hands of no one our plan is made by an Estrogen These plans were made for you above I am whom they call Sam You may find me with aim on nanner676

((I like that picture meg! its really cool. i aged her to a yearling. shes a little depressed about her parents and instead is making it out to look like she doesn't care. but its really eating her away you know? so, shes a little emotional as of right now, but she'll settle down again. :) as for how sin and kasha died. i dunno.. what do you think?))