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Post by shatteredsouls on Dec 13, 2006 11:27:29 GMT -5
Murky looking pads though small carried the whelp of six months toward her destination, where she was going? To the claiming lands of course, a snicker was in her tones as she had run away from the light lands. Her pathetic pelt showing she was part light, discusting creatures they where. Yet she had to thank her mother after all, she had given birth to a wench of such breeding that would spill caos forth to decive the light world and shatter their dreams.
Or so she had always believed, she would tear her mothers throat out with her own teeth. And her father, well her father was a rouge of some kind. Leading her mother into believing he loved her then leaving her after the course of mating, sad but totally what she would have done. Ripping hearts out, who needed love? There wasnt anyone in the world that would love her so why should she care if she hurt someone? She shouldnt.
Wings russtled through her pelt as she walked on, finally smelling the place where she needed to be. Though she was young she would show them all, lifting her dome she let out a sparking deadly howl. It was as if the earth sparked from it, pain erupting from the animals around her. She was Sin and she was ready for her new hell, she only prayed that no light came for her anymore. No she needed the nurturing of darkness, the path she is destined to.
>< leh crap
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