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<td class="rwords">It hungers.
Its eyes are hollows and lifeless. It is only the hunger that fills the beast’s eyes with life. the scent of others, the very essence of their souls taunt it. The beast moves through the meadow; desperateness fills the creature’s nutmeg-colored eyes as it searches among the bodies. It is very feast spread it for its choosing, as if Christmas could not have come any sooner. Yet, one glance sent his way by another will send them running for the hills. The devil is an abomination; every nightmare wrapped into one; a demon from hell.
It is so very hungry.
The land shakes slowly at first. It then trembles like a touch of a lover during the most intimate time shared with another. The touch is gentle at first, passionate, but then there is fury—so very strong. It shakes harder, sending the devil tumbling forward, losing its balance as it tries to find its footing in all the mass. The earth cries out in fury more, the land shatters beneath the heathen.
And it is falling.
Falling into the darkness.
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Hunger is the first thing it craves when it opens its eyes. It is always the first thing—a need to fill the void, to survive on this earth. However, hollowed and lifeless eyes search through this land, it knows it is not where it once was. The Meadow was gone, or it was taken from the Meadow. It ponders the events, the change.
There had been an earthquake. It had fallen into the darkness. Was the devil placed into another life so suddenly? It remembers all those years before—simply ripped from everything it had once known. Oh, the creature’s soul is so very hold. Yet, it couldn’t be that. It smells the familiar scents, the scent of Beqanna that are from her kingdoms and hers.
It smells them, their sweet aroma.
And it feels the hunger, reminding it.
Survive—it must eat.
The creature of the night moves forward, breathing in the air. The air is thin here; it can feel the earthly necessity for oxygen begin to kick in. The lungs of the heathen beg for more oxygen. Hunger—it pushes the demon forward—forgetting all necessity to have more air to live. It craves the essence of life itself beyond the earthly needs. Yet, it reminders it is no longer in the meadow. The devil must find out where it has been taken.
It must know.
It must eat.
It has to survive.
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<BR><table class="rtable" style="width: 550px; margin-top: 20px"><tr><td class="rname"><center>Rodrik</center></td></tr></table><table class="rtable" style="width: 550px; margin-top:11px; margin-right: 0px;"><tr><td class="rtitle"><I>angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils</I></div></td></tr></table></div><font color=black size=2 face=garamond>character info: <a href="http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?action=read&id=1388523069.40866&user=shelbi">here</a> | character reference: <a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a47/strangeandunusual/references/RodrikforShelbi_zpsfdaa97ce.png">here</a> | image © <a href="http://uribaani.deviantart.com/">uribaani</a></font></center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel+Decorative' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>
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<td class="rwords">It hungers.
Its eyes are hollows and lifeless. It is only the hunger that fills the beast’s eyes with life. the scent of others, the very essence of their souls taunt it. The beast moves through the meadow; desperateness fills the creature’s nutmeg-colored eyes as it searches among the bodies. It is very feast spread it for its choosing, as if Christmas could not have come any sooner. Yet, one glance sent his way by another will send them running for the hills. The devil is an abomination; every nightmare wrapped into one; a demon from hell.
It is so very hungry.
The land shakes slowly at first. It then trembles like a touch of a lover during the most intimate time shared with another. The touch is gentle at first, passionate, but then there is fury—so very strong. It shakes harder, sending the devil tumbling forward, losing its balance as it tries to find its footing in all the mass. The earth cries out in fury more, the land shatters beneath the heathen.
And it is falling.
Falling into the darkness.
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Hunger is the first thing it craves when it opens its eyes. It is always the first thing—a need to fill the void, to survive on this earth. However, hollowed and lifeless eyes search through this land, it knows it is not where it once was. The Meadow was gone, or it was taken from the Meadow. It ponders the events, the change.
There had been an earthquake. It had fallen into the darkness. Was the devil placed into another life so suddenly? It remembers all those years before—simply ripped from everything it had once known. Oh, the creature’s soul is so very hold. Yet, it couldn’t be that. It smells the familiar scents, the scent of Beqanna that are from her kingdoms and hers.
It smells them, their sweet aroma.
And it feels the hunger, reminding it.
Survive—it must eat.
The creature of the night moves forward, breathing in the air. The air is thin here; it can feel the earthly necessity for oxygen begin to kick in. The lungs of the heathen beg for more oxygen. Hunger—it pushes the demon forward—forgetting all necessity to have more air to live. It craves the essence of life itself beyond the earthly needs. Yet, it reminders it is no longer in the meadow. The devil must find out where it has been taken.
It must know.
It must eat.
It has to survive.
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<BR><table class="rtable" style="width: 550px; margin-top: 20px"><tr><td class="rname"><center>Rodrik</center></td></tr></table><table class="rtable" style="width: 550px; margin-top:11px; margin-right: 0px;"><tr><td class="rtitle"><I>angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils</I></div></td></tr></table></div><font color=black size=2 face=garamond>character info: <a href="http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?action=read&id=1388523069.40866&user=shelbi">here</a> | character reference: <a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a47/strangeandunusual/references/RodrikforShelbi_zpsfdaa97ce.png">here</a> | image © <a href="http://uribaani.deviantart.com/">uribaani</a></font></center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel+Decorative' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>