Greàboa, Zcwrith Empire. As/A: 3088.
As prickly as are the thorns upon her surface, each petal flosses with perfection and grace. With each kindness in Ailith's thought, came crushing regrets over the torments of another soul. Nights and days were the same: swish screeches of the night owl cursing the hallow hearts of men, silvering the reverberating sizzle from a single dropping dew that dampened each shivering scrapes from metals aligning its path with the stone hard grounds, pulling to view the same sight of women and children alike, bound by rusted chains. Their insides being pulled to the outside while they watch, their tongues branded with flames, as they are forced to swallow molten metal. Their fl
Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3085.The gentle northern breeze flew past in full fright, rushing quickly between the swords of grass and torn up pieces of flesh.The calm serenity could make vague the distant field of deep redness, soiled in dripping blood and carcasses. The wind yet again ran through it, drawing forth the handsome aroma of dried blood, peas, rusted shovels and splinted bones."I will ask you once again, where is he?"To this man he lifted above dark earth where the bashing yellow sun sparkled over its cropping crimson-green vegetation, the earth paused and all he felt around him was calmness, amidst his flowing shudders."Milen
With Each cord fate wove betwixt the shades of destiny, prophecy's chime clings to the constraints of man, beckoning the freedom of one Sealed In Darkness. The sky roared. The clashes of blades resonated with the cracking thunder as flashes of lightening made visible the blood painting an alluring canvas on the streets with its scarlet-red splendor. The weaves of corpses spawned up within the crannies, daring enough to walk a runway in the open: both young and old, neither was spared from the delight of the day. Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of hea
Scotland, 1563 Witches Trial.¶The Crescent moon stood dauntlessly in its peak, damping what remained of the cold night and her fierce haunting breeze. Its light glinted off the well at the middle of the town, carving its image perfectly upon the water's surface, crowning its presence with a boldly instigated silver aura: fierce, demanding and kingly.The dry cold air pierced into her pale bare skin, cracking up her lips and sending shivers down her back. Most of her cloth were torn in disarray, and what remained of it shaded only her groin, but her breast laid bare. Her ankles and wrist ached from the shackles and chains that married them together, with purple bruises and sores that bulged from being dragged and beaten around town.She was a Duchess in shame, but that didn't matter.
Zhang,ZorEmpire,AscesionAge As/A: 3084 The Wraith guards marched in. A dozen of them; face lost behind a skull mask, armed with bows and swords sheathed to their waist. They stormed through the crowds in lines of two, venturing deeper into the epicenter of town: the bull's eye of Zhang. Their boots echoed as it met the hard stone ground, and many who heard them march, knew what it meant. To the pulpit of bonded timbers stationed at the center of this awe gripped town, a twine hanging over a single wooden pole that extends through the platform, dangles with a tiny copper bell at its end. The rope was pulled lower, forcing the bell to swing and ring, as it were to both carve re
Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3084. The throb in his ear bashing against the sides of his skull, as the invasion from the woman's high pitched scream attacked it, pummeled his chest. And as the flames grew, so did his fattening heart crash incessantly into the cages of his ribs, growing even larger and squeezing brusquely in, while the quick bliss of the swift impatient seconds ran still. Although his eyes were shut, he could still feel the presence of its myeiora: Its aura. It was a familiar one he'd known for many nights now: warm, with a cold touch; voice breaking and words terse. It spoke, he heard and saw. Memories. It's not his. He could tell.
Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3085. An Epitome of love, lust and desire."Sealed with a Kiss" are sacred, and so is laying, enslaved to a woman's Lechery; caught between the perfume of her breast andwarm embrace.Climaxing in erupting pleasure, but yet in pain, pain upon the sight of the flowing streams of blood and corpse...Washed down by greed and sins of men who wanted more, but Valued less.They bathed and make merry in their filthy lucre, unwary of the dawning end... He held firmly the brake, and came to halt at a local pub: home of the drunks and the unsober. He dismounted the motorcycle, and
Lonely... Insecure... Special."Morning Mom!" He rushed out into the meal room, holding unto a bag pack and a few textbooks."Breakfast?" Mrs Kaitlin Orshwood, his mother asked, while dropping the suckling she carried."A quick one. I'm late for the academy." He walked over to the table, took hold of the half filled cup, and sent it contents into his mouth. He spat it out upon the first sip."That's a newly imported beverage. They call it caffeine. It is one of the old age's products. Heard of it?" His mother walked closer to him with a towel, which she wiped his mouth of the remaining liquid."Yes! We learnt about it in one of our classes."He took second look at the cup's content, staring in disgust. H
"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." Well that is bullshit, not in this world. Run the next time you see it, or you might not be so lucky again.Traè, Thames Empire. As/A: 3088."Where is this place?"Akillim had been running through the woods. More accurately, he has been limping and hopping while making his way through the forest. He avoidably trips from a tree root, twists his ankle again and fell; rolling down the hilly grounds, and then dropping into a shallow slowly running stream. He struggles up, and reaches out for the box floating on the water's surface, he grabs it and swims out to the other side of the bank, soaked and dripping of water."Shi
Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3085.The gentle northern breeze flew past in full fright, rushing quickly between the swords of grass and torn up pieces of flesh.The calm serenity could make vague the distant field of deep redness, soiled in dripping blood and carcasses. The wind yet again ran through it, drawing forth the handsome aroma of dried blood, peas, rusted shovels and splinted bones."I will ask you once again, where is he?"To this man he lifted above dark earth where the bashing yellow sun sparkled over its cropping crimson-green vegetation, the earth paused and all he felt around him was calmness, amidst his flowing shudders."Milen
Greàboa, Zcwrith Empire. As/A: 3088.As prickly as are the thorns upon her surface, each petal flosses with perfection and grace. With each kindness in Ailith's thought, came crushing regrets over the torments of another soul. Nights and days were the same: swish screeches of the night owl cursing the hallow hearts of men, silvering the reverberating sizzle from a single dropping dew that dampened each shivering scrapes from metals aligning its path with the stone hard grounds, pulling to view the same sight of women and children alike, bound by rusted chains. Their insides being pulled to the outside while they watch, their tongues branded with flames, as they are forced to swallow molten metal. Their fl
Traé, Thames Empire. As/A: 3088.The same thoughts came crashing into Akillim's mind. Those same gruesome scenes reverberated: swirling between the echoes of his name."You'll be fine, just keep holding on, just a little longer..."Chanting those on and on in his mind, aimed at easing his current reality, was the only thing he has been humming for over an hour. Within his faux reality, a bashing jab from a shoulder crashed into his, sprinting him awake."What the he-"He grunted upon the harsh served landing he encountered. He took a moment for a quick glance around the room they were confined to. A pitched tent, bred with five bamboo columns, and leafy sh
♠Traè, Thames Empire. As/A: 3088.Motionless and lost in a shallow reverie, the young lad's head heaves high, as he stares into the darkening clouds and the bowing golden sun.The thoughts of nothingness lingers through his mind. His fist clenches in anger, and his shoulders shudder in fear.The world he knew made sense, but his present reality was a lamp dwelling within a bushel: hidden, obscure and dangerous.He feels it, every rushing blood palpitating through his veins
Colchis, Zor Empire. As/A: 3084.Nothing could ease the rocking ship dancing between the bashing waves of the open blue, reeling side to side, drowning their screams in the thunderclaps that rampaged and fought the night sky, with piercing silver lightening struggling for dominance and peace amidst the clouds.Furious jousting winds tossed about rolling barrels, flipping unanchored sailors into the air, ignoring their firm arm hugging the fixed wooden railings of the ship."Run!!"Within the sights of fear, and stomachs full of despair, another misfortune struck: an angered cobalt lightning
Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3084. The fiery waves bashed itself against the rocks of the shore, forcing her hands upon the sands of the beach and leaving the golden beads of earth clothed in salt, as zephyr commanded her tides, and drove about the swirls of her cold breeze. "A song, a cry, a plea, no one knows. Nobody has ever lived long enough to tell the tales of the maiden's graceful chords. The irresistible heightened pitch and sonorous chimes which are best avoided and left unheard --"A long braided maroon beards dangled from his chin, patting his bare chest and frolicking in tune to his nodding head. Some of his toe gnawed through his boot, escaping to the surface and across the edges of the flipped over iron bucket his short plumped feet settled on.
Greàboa, Zcwrith Empire. As/A: 3088.The Castle of Graèboa holds on to a lot of memories. The stoned walls and its marble floor, had led in conquest through generations, many coups and battles; bloodshed and slaughters, leaders, kings and tyrants alike. These memories could be seen by each passing shadow, the tiniest prick of light, and the slightest of echo. To some, it was their place of birth: either born of life, or born to life.And upon this very grounds, was another yet again to be branded by life.¶The warm afternoon breeze forces its way through the drapes of the room, ushering summer's warmth, and an uneven Visitor.A man approaches from the south of the
"Next, Ale avenue" she said, and pressed firmly against the accelerator of the scooter she rode, and off it went. She struggled to look at the tag on the delivery box fitted tightly behind her, that had the residence's number of which she is to make her final delivery.The wind blowing hard against her face as she sped off forcefully drew tears from her eye. She slowed down, and turned backward, gently rubbing the box in search of the tag; she got it, brought it forward to have a better look."Thirty -" She barely had a better look, when the wind drew the piece of paper out of her hand"Its Thirty...uh...Thirty Eight, I'm certain of it" she nodded and rode off.She came to a stop in front of a building, it was barely lighted inside -most of the lights were turned off.
"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." Well that is bullshit, not in this world. Run the next time you see it, or you might not be so lucky again.Traè, Thames Empire. As/A: 3088."Where is this place?"Akillim had been running through the woods. More accurately, he has been limping and hopping while making his way through the forest. He avoidably trips from a tree root, twists his ankle again and fell; rolling down the hilly grounds, and then dropping into a shallow slowly running stream. He struggles up, and reaches out for the box floating on the water's surface, he grabs it and swims out to the other side of the bank, soaked and dripping of water."Shi