Deliah
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Post by Deliah on Feb 18, 2006 15:34:49 GMT -5
BEYOND THE SITE OF THE LIVING STONES, LIES THE HOLLOW LANDS .. WHERE STORIES ARE TO BE TOLD. HEAR THE WINDS ... FOR IT IS LIES TALL TALES OF MISCHIEF LIVES. |
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Deliah
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Post by Deliah on Feb 20, 2006 11:14:12 GMT -5
Walking out on the grounds I could hear my steps being echoed. For I was not suppose to step on this ground. My feet began to burn and set on fire. I scream out and quicky spread my wings inward in the air. Hovering to the top of the bulding. Holding my feet and screaming out in the wind..No one hears me of course . I am doomed to this building and will be streched out to the winds if I am to leave... Curse this building...
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Deliah
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Post by Deliah on Dec 15, 2006 17:59:30 GMT -5
* A loud screech is heard for miles to hear as my flesh touches the ground drenched in blood i look up opening my eyes slowly as i begin to hit the ground once more.. not able to hold myself.. knowing that the sent of blood was to surly attract one of the dark need to feed.. *
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Deliah
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Post by Deliah on Jan 6, 2007 21:01:13 GMT -5
*From fantasy to reality...anything is possible .. even to find my twin sister?
Thinking this outloud as i look around to see if i had not fallen to my doom exsiting my chambers to hunt.. but to be hunted is a fear that i am willing to withstand for i am not complete without the blood of thyne own blood. Still looking around i see a small flame but do not know if it is a sign for me to go or to stay at my feet. I seem not to care as i leap up and soar to a certin extent there in mid air is where it comes to me.. *
I need the purple spell in order to with stand this ground
*the purple spell is a potion that is made for creatures that wish to walk among the hollow grounds and such in daylight for a certin amount of time, but to obtain this one must be able to give up thier entire soul as a slave to the one who provides the wicked potion an endless slave to whom has this wicked lie. For when the time is up so is the life of your flesh. Made from only those who carry it's blood line to find one is rare but not impossible *
I need it..
*screeching from the top of my lungs as i hit the grounds once more i crawl to the window stone to perch. Blisters of all sorts emerge from my flesh and what once was is now revealed as the scares of hollow walking.*
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