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Date Posted: 12:48:57 09/01/02 Sun
No, he wasn't real, just a figment of imagination that portrayed himself in the dier aptitude of need; it was his time to set forth and whisper upon the darkening grounds of which he used to wander. Damn death, Osiris silently thought, and set his ghostly, crystalline talon to his face. But, no matter, he was simply in their minds...
But fvck, if Osiris had one pet peeve, he had a hundred, and this happened to be his first and utmost inquiry in which he was serverly pissed off. Closing his magnified, scarlet orbs, a wave of fury shoots through his diabolic, ominous features; gripping himself for impact. And though he speaks, it's a mere whisper, reverberating within the folds of the mind's of those present.
As you all know, I am obsessed with my pride. So, why would we attack when they are weak? That would mean we are weak and afraid to meet what comes next. My choice would be to wait and gather those up to train; but of course, it's only Osiris talking.
He was grim in the fact that they proposed the Darks to be merciless and all powerful; for one thing, they were not. They had to face the fact that many of their inferior did not know how to fight in such circumstances. Merely half the population, maybe less, fought in the war last time. But, did they want to do this? To diminish their equality and dominance even more? Osiris solemnly wished her were alive once more, to set some sense into these creatures that gathered. But, shit, he wasn't and damn the effect of death. Mrr. But now, he would hover over them like shadows. Little shadow Osiris. Beware.
OSIRIS
- the true
[ just a ghostly passerby ]
(-cackles insanely- alright, alright, who better to say shut up to all his friends? -innocent smile- I love my Osiris. )
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