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Post by Marilyn Manson on Oct 17, 2014 19:04:39 GMT -7
antichrist
Mist drifted across the forests eerily. It dragged its dainty cold fingers, caressing the grass and trees in a teasing way. Light, let it linger. What a sick lover it was. Then again. Today was a very sick day. It was the day the black and white man was trying to get back into the saddle after so desperately going mad. He lost his mind. He fell in love with a thing called Self Destruction and perhaps greed. No. He would never admit to it being greed. He had power at one point in his life. He gripped it in the palm of his hand. So hard that his knuckles had turned a new shade of white. But when that power came tumbling free from his long piano finger tips, he went a bit mad about getting it back. He had a temper though. His herd had never laid eyes on it for the awful acts would be simply released when he was alone. Perhaps the dark corner of his bed room. The only ones that would ever get to see the actions unfold before their very eyes was his family. But where was his family now? Very very far away. He wasnt exactly sure how far, but he had put many miles between him and there after finding a way off the island that burdened him so heavily. The island that was almost his death place. Today was going to be a day of redemption. The day where he snapped out of this wanting nothing but go to get drunk and lay around and find any way to hurt himself. Let it be from scratching to burning whatever the hell his posion was. The boy was also known to shove things into walls or tree trunks or smear bloody words that made no sense over everything. That, my friend, was just what he was trying to climb out of . He was gripping the edges with his bony fingers and trying to lift his weight out of the dark hole that screamed that he would be there for oblivion.
The antichrist superstar would not. Lifting his head up, he snorted. The air bellowing out into the mist as the summers sun's rays tried to dart down through the tree tops to caress his scarred body. This was him running to the edge of the world. There was a new beginning. A new chapter to his life for he had finally arrived in his destination. Cramming all of the digusting feelings into its wooden box, he snapped the lock on that thing tightly and tossed it away. Hopefully, it was far enough. Shaking his head, he began to pick his way through the thick debris the forest had to offer.
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Post by zahrah on Oct 20, 2014 18:57:04 GMT -7
Cruelty, injistice, pain of the world, she hadn't felt any of these wicked feelings. Seen any of these wicked acts, all the naive doll could do was go about. Finally see impurities that her kin and their kin could only tell about in stories. Sacrifices, yes, they were in her world, but formed in a different manner. A different nature and it was more a startling calmness that plagued over a peaceful minded creature. Much so like a doll, seemed to not bare, nor, give off worldly aspired concerns. Death, life, pain, and health our pale child only knew these were just things that happened. Even in a forest where only a bird so small could escape the trees spindly grips, she could only look about it in wonder. A innocent girls bliss as she walked along a messed floor.
However, it was on that messy floor the doll could see something else. Something caressed by a warm kiss of light and yet the form itself seemed to deny it. Yet, our little doll did not stray from her set course. No, she invited it with a smile and a voice soft as a bed of feathers. " Hello sir..." It wasn't flawed, nor, was it blemished, but a genuine wording the doll had learned much too long ago that wasn't ever used.
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Post by Marilyn Manson on Oct 21, 2014 16:00:59 GMT -7
antichrist
She was a white angel. Thick build, making her appear strong. She had it all, even the wings that sprouted from her back. It spoke of royalty and the wicked aged boy didnt lay his multicolored eyes on her until she spoke. He raised his head slightly, forelock tickling his face as it trembled down like a waterfall. He looked at her with a careful eye. She was the angel. He was well the antichrist superstar. A son of satan. He reminded her of things he'd turn away from. Blinking, he found his vocal chords as he drew himself away from the rambling of his mind. Hello... His vocals trailed off. The man never usually used formal greetings unless he wanted to get charming but the boy was scared of getting close to people. It was a vicious game that was played with your heart.
Traveling are we?
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Post by Brise on Oct 21, 2014 16:40:31 GMT -7
 Crumbling in disgrace
But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant
Waving his pistol in my face
He wants me right down on my knees Even the most innocent things blossom into the truest form of wickedness. The blue jay, of whom is a marvel to observe, is an arrogant prick who has his eyes set on the world. A wolf pup, a bundle of fluff and curiosity, is a cold-blooded murderer waiting for the next helpless rodent to devour. The world had given her quite the damnation, sentencing her to wander about a foreign land without a trace of memory. Perhaps she had committed some sin not even Satan himself would dare to do. But maybe she did nothing and was the victim of nature's unpredictable fury. Constantly Brise wondered how she was to know who she was, if she did not know her story. Quite the curse shrouded her mind, keeping her from a raw truth.
Yet the darkest evil held a tantalizing promise to return what was stolen from her if she could learn to control it. She couldn't even begin to comprehend the mystical abilities of obscuro conjuring. So she wonder wander aimlessly until she found the answer, and so far she came up fruitless. Her journey had brought her to a rather chilling forest, blanketed in fog and fables. Tales of a dragon's soul had reached her ivory ears and played in her mind. A creepy smile perched upon her lips at the thought, a dragon would have the capability to restore her impairment.
But when she heard voices she was disappointed to notice they did not belong to a reptile but to a couple of equines chatting casually. One was such a pure white she was blinding to look at at first. The other was a grey-scale creature with a scarlet symbol painted onto his shoulder. Sadistic eyes turned to the odd sight and she quickly pranced towards them. "Bonjour. It seems as though a rather pure ange has fallen to the earth. And the diable's son has arrived as well, I would recognize that Satanic symbol anywhere." Her hollow voice was covered by a thick French accent, making it even more creepy.
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Post by zahrah on Oct 21, 2014 18:24:18 GMT -7
An odd acquaintance indeed it was. A porcelain doll meeting a bone man, any who saw would have found it odd. However, the girl of white did not find such displeasure with speaking with this man. To her knowledge he had done nothing of any sorts to be cross with and so she treated him as she did everyone. Calmly her clear blue settled over his facial structure. Noting his interesting marks and even tilted her head with a child like curiosity. Even though the air of drifting focus was about her she still heard his words. A softly placed smile pulling the edges of her dusted lips. Until something startled her and her black tipped wings jutied out with her stance moving.
Only for the porcelain child to lay site on a graveyard woman. Face pale, but kissed by colors. Her words accented richly, yet, Zah furrowed a brow in confusion. Ange? Looking over to the stallion of bones she gave a mental question, disables son? Twisting her head to look upon the mare she finally put her flights away. The banded one being finested into place as she shook her head to remove a lock from her blues. Gentle tones dancing from her lips. "Angel? I am not such a thing as pure, I assure you madame. Nor is he Satan's child. A symbol is a symbol and you make it what you want it to be." It wasn't back talk of any form, but just a naive girls confusion and she roved her eyes over to him once more.
"I have yet seen anything wrong with it or your markings madam. They are actually rather lovely." If she had known anything about this place or anything of this world, maybe even had a dominant personality, she probably would've been like most. All she saw though was another equine. Yet, she felt like she might've over stepped a boundary and backed away a step, ears flicked down as her head sunk. Not pointing her horn at any of them of course. "Pardon my rash behavior, but I truly don't see why you say such a thing." Zahrah then fell to silence and showed that she wasn't socialized in the slightest. For her parents never taught the doll how to bow to the whims of this world.
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Post by Marilyn Manson on Oct 22, 2014 11:05:12 GMT -7
antichrist
There was a shift in the air around them. There was someone else here, drifting her way across the ground to reach the pair. Slowly his gaze shifted away from the white girl to focus on the sugarskull mare who had wings as well. Usually, an equine would envy these girls. They would want to feel the freedom of what the wings had to offer. Marilyn wasnt one of them. He didnt have the urge to be like everyone else. It would make the world a dull place if there was so many copies.
Bonjure. It seems as though a rather pure angel has fallen to the earth and the diable's son has arrived as well, i would recognize that satanic symbol anywhere The corner of his lips turned up into a smile. Surely, you know that its about worshiping yourself ma'dame. He put emphasis on the ma'dame part, trying to drawl it out in a fake accent. Diable's son. A word he hadnt heard in a long time. If only the girl knew he went by the title 'antichrist superstar'. He could see the image she was looking at though. The situation was simply ironic.
He had an issue with the lighter side of things. To him, the way they viewed things was simply...nuts. It scared the death out of him when he was a young foal causing him to rebel into what he is today. Youre appearance. It screams it. Same with mineHis eyes traveled back to the direction of the black mare as his head tilted towards Zahrah. A smug look crossed his face. Noting that accent, she might just be like the rest of them. I dont mean to judge.
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Post by Brise on Oct 24, 2014 20:47:01 GMT -7
Crumbling in disgrace
But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant
Waving his pistol in my face
He wants me right down on my knees Her look of bemusement looked murderous in the shrouded evening as she listened to the banter of her company. Brise flashed them a wicked grin, ivory teeth standing out startlingly in the dim surroundings. Innocence and horror were swirling in the air, dancing a deadly duet. One could taste it, choke on it even it was so thick in the air. But the filly's words reached her chalky ears first. The words were humble and naive, poison to a monster's mind. "Please, fille, do yourself a favor and stop acting so.... Angélique. My markings are those of Death's mark, and I see nothing wrong with them either. I said no such thing to offend any company, merely a statement, an observation." Her words were lethal and still held the same thick accent as before, but this time they flew like daggers in the air. Every bird stopped chirping upon the sound, leaving an eerie silence to settle among the fog for a few moments. The tension coiled like a whip, ready to snap any second, waiting for the signal to release hell onto this small bit of land.
The demented smile she received from the brute caught her eye and Brise stared at him with a certain demonic curiosity. His comment brought her a few steps closer to him. She kept her face still, unemotional. His crude attempt at her drawl was at best painful to listen to, yet he did not fear to try to push her around a bit. "Ah, I am merely his daughter, but I could see why you would think otherwise." A dangerous glint of laughter flew in her eyes and a tendril of a giggle escaped her lips before she slipped back into her stony expression. "You would have no room to judge bâtard. Though I am curious who this elusive them is."
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