soulcarver7

Two great entities clash, their battle is epic, their battle is unending. one contestant twists, curls, changes form, a war horse, a tortoise, a dragon, a fiend, straight from the mind's darkest depths. the other waits passivly, it takes the first's blows, it bides its time, knowing it shall prevail. angered the first changes colors drastically, purple, yellow, red, white, the darkest of blacks, it forms a mighty column, an enduring anvil, a chaotic cone. the second appears to give ground, fading, dissappearing, waiting, it holds its form, it is completely enveloped, then, the first begins to fall apart, its fo

It was a stormy, twilit land, the people of Goodman were dealt a terrible hand. As day turned to night trees were sent in erratic flight. Left behind: a lonely battlefeild. a war had been waged, and the remnant displayed, the spoils of war, taken from their fallen brethren

He is the one who can seem so innocent at times and just when you let your guard down beleiving that all is safe he looks in your eyes and like an invisible mosquito probes into your subconcious with his mind, for this is of course the rawest part of your mind where your truest most unaltered and uninfluenced thoughts, reasonings, and feelings lie and are kept secret from even you untill the time is right that you know. He probes there and unbeknownst to you sucks out those true, unaltered, uninfluenced, thoughts, reasonings, and feelings and rolls them around on his silver tounge, and spits them back out to where they taste as sweet as honey