Ardour, like intelligence, can be lethal in the hands of a man with ample time & influence. It is in these individuals we rest our hopes in, & vicariously live out our dreams through, or what could be...
Ether: Way of The Blade is based in Pangea, a...
"..." | 'How long does he expect to keep this up...' |
'Twas an orchestra, the metal soprano, which captured nature's motherly eyes most- gripping ahold of her attention entirely. For a moment, blood-thirsting blades slid back gracefully, their rackets of noise stopping shortly after - much like times of peace & prosperity, however, the peaceful second of reconciliation in distancing from each other was never meant to last.
The first song of many arrived in the foreboding silence pervading the forest. Not a life form in sight. Not a sound in the distance. It was pure, unadulterated perfidy - an attempt to either disengage, or force one's hand directly, to then go for the kill. A novice's ingenuity.
CLINK!
CLANK!
CLINK!
CLANK!
TSS! | TSS!
| 'He's faster than I imagined...' |
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| 'He's stronger than I imagined...' |
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P
erspiration was a vile disease - and, from the looks of it - never to be assuaged, like displaying the right information to the wrong enemy; to envision one's own loss or misstep in the midst of battle warranted a fate worst than that, one kin to death. Yet, the rabbit-hole of ill-will was a pitiful, deathly pit of sins & misdoings...any odd step could warrant one's demise...
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