Post by .::.immortal.::. on May 8, 2007 14:43:39 GMT -5
There was something about the word hell. Something that stirred up feelings of fear within all, the fear of always present torment and despair. Constant pain and suffering. My hide shifts over a moving frame, collecting over the hard muscles gained from this constant hell-bound existance. The mist that sprinkles the land threatens to raise mud from the dry soil, threatens to glue my raven plumage to my rushing bodice. Large cranium tosses and frees my visage of a waterlogged curtain of dreads dangling across my facedes. She was here. She knew he was hear. Talons scar the earth and provide pools for the now spout of water to drain upon. They spill over and drench the ground. That banshee best know that there is one train track in life, and whatever diversions fall across the tracks will one way or another lead you straight into hell. Thunder roars and lightning illuminates the sky with a sickly yellow. The blackened charred trees was the land in a feeling of inmistakable dread. The banshee best know that being a goody two shoes gets you know where but hell. A limbs breaks from the dying branches of an elm and crashes in my path. Feathered forelimbs leave earth without a moment of hesitation, haunches easily lifting by bodice and I glide over the obstacle. Thunder rules the sky as I land with a concave of earth. All there is to look foreward to his hell. And Adriena, baby, I am hell.