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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: 19:48:03 06/27/05 Mon In reply to: flames o' hell | NOSFERATU 's message, "burn within the flames of hell... | LET ME RIP YOUR HEART OUT AND EAT IT" on 19:30:18 06/24/05 Fri ...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. dial is raised as he too noted his sons overly cocky demeanor. harks are tipped back, though not pinned. he snorted softly, but the thought is quickly thrown from his mind as the chestnut flicka moves towards them. dipping crown, he gave her the very ghost of a smile. she had good manners. but as his own son throws angry glares and does not hide his distase, Reveille drew himself up. dial raising dominantly as his taipered lappets bury themselves alive 'neath onyx dreads. ivories are bared as he gathers his haunches beneath him, and leaps forward, ramming his chest into his sons shoulder. pearly whites snap in anger as he withdrew again. a fore is lifted and thrust forth raking mercilessly over mother earths already tattered complexion. a harsh snort is released from flared nares in warning as he spoke as well, his words are emphasized for Nosferatu's sake. Yes, Morse we are indeed pleasured that you have come. he threw another angry look to his son, before he turned his facade to face his mate. ivories are clipped again, in slight annoyance, however his mug is bumped against her shoulder in an affectionate manner as he tensed on the spot. 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.. Her face and body were scored by the teeth of many others, and she fought as fiercely as ever and more shrewdly. but the strange horse, no matter what the breed or valor, swiftly acknowledged Morsmordre's supremacy or found itself struggling for life with a terrible antagonist. And Morsmordre was merciless. She had learned well the law of club and fang, and she never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death. She had lessoned from the Devil, and from the chief fighting, and knew there was no middle course. She 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, she obeyed. Morse dips her crown as the ebonite wench spoke to her, she gave her a rather grateful look, before dial is raised as the large stallion jumped at his son, who had no doubt been throwing her looks of loathing. she swung her chassi around until she was next to Flames, before Reveille fell back, when she again moved to where she had previously staioned herself. Fighting back a smug sort of smirk to throw at the bay colt next to her, she was all but rolling in her mind. Trying hard not to laugh or show any hint of satisfaction, she silently thanked the two adults. cat-like voids to match the blackened mascu's began to roam the territory, there were even more goodies here than at Acres of Freedom. and at the thought of her preveious home, a sudden wave of grief swept over her, and she slowly felt herself sink, fighting to breathe under its heavy mass. she drooped the slightest bit before the thought was chased from her mind. Who cared about her stupid parents anyway? she certainly didn't, that was for sure! and she straightened herself up again, long hock-kisser sweeping over muscled haunches. she stood in silence. [ x darkmark x ] Leave with me my love Morsmordre Plan this for 6 months 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

((thats a good idea! lets go with that, and i think i'm just gunna use the one from aof. i'm gunna erase all the posts and stuff. But i don't think that the board will be put up because the owners seemed to have disappeared, but we can just let it float around you know? and maybe eventually i'll get one of the claimable things... i dunno, lets play witht he old one and if we really don't like it, then we'll just get one here eh/ anywho, sorry my posts sucked, and it took a while for me to respond! been super busy lately.. bleck!))