Post by ~latima~ on Feb 20, 2006 4:59:34 GMT -5
Black pillars beated on the darkened floors, his ivories were bared, crimso optics, deadly.
As Serpentine raced through the lands, he roared past the trees, always, dead, it lingred amongst the eerie air, the atmosphere terrible.
Only the darkest of the darks could enter in such a place.
Serpentine arched his crania, his snaked through the twisting vines of the forest, waiting for no-one.
A roar emitted from him, he reared in to the air, roaring that he was here, powerful, do not bother with him.
Serpentine hated being patronised, and would kill any one unwelcome.
As Serpentine raced through the lands, he roared past the trees, always, dead, it lingred amongst the eerie air, the atmosphere terrible.
Only the darkest of the darks could enter in such a place.
Serpentine arched his crania, his snaked through the twisting vines of the forest, waiting for no-one.
A roar emitted from him, he reared in to the air, roaring that he was here, powerful, do not bother with him.
Serpentine hated being patronised, and would kill any one unwelcome.
