Aph
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Post by Aph on Aug 19, 2009 1:50:19 GMT
ASYLUM! It's the voices you can't hear that troubles me the most !
[/center][/i][/color][/font] Winter, a time of colorless terrain; all the mix colors blended into one, white. A gust of wind occasionally followed me caused the floor beneath my russet chassi to move. The once emerald blades were coated with a white topping and the frost consumed the land. The smells in this land bugged me, I didn’t like the fact that others had come here, but they were gone now and there was no problem to solve. This land suited me well and would soon become under my leadership, it would be my kingdom. Slate talons struck the ground leaving my brand with every step in the snow painted hell. The shrubbery and trees were covered with a light layer of newly fallen snow.
I had never once felt the need to take on the responsibility of leadership but I desired power and royalty and knighting myself as King of this land supplied me with both. My Kingdom was under my rules and wants and there would be few who could take that away from me. Visions shifted around the abandoned lands, it would soon be filled with both those that wanted to come and those that would be forced to reside here, either way the land would not be empty for long. Leafless trees marked the boundaries of the land. It was massive in scale one of the largest lands I had embarked on.
My mass shifted rear limbs holding my upper mass as columns struck towards the heavens. A low grunt rumbled in my chest as I called out stating my claim upon this land. “I Asylum claim Everlong Forest as my own.” Daggers returned piercing the soil as they scarped across the floor below him. The Kingdom was mine known, under my control at least for now. My skull shook tossing, cords brushing against my boa as I shifted my stance.
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