Post by sombra on Dec 13, 2008 18:41:58 GMT -5
S O M B R A
Alpha Female of the Shrouded Moor
Seven and a half centuries young
Of the fairest color on the spectrum
Inescapably flawed
I never thought to be so
Quiet. Patient. Violent. Lovesick. Sincere. Thoughtful. Antisocial. Dispassionate. Sarcastic. Morbid. Beautiful. Meticulous. Humble. Graceful.
Easily deceived
Sawblade: We met so casually. Two creatures of habit. And grew to be friends. And you instilled your thoughts and secrets in me...things I would know...thing I would just as quickly want to forget. I developed feelings for you that I will not bring to words, as they never will be. You loved and lost, and loved again. And I waited. And listened to your heartbroken words with ears and a soul who mirrored your pain. Yet you would not see them, it is not of you to see beyond yourself. Thus my dilemna. In the years we have ruled beside eachother...and now you have assumed a higher position. A fact I find difficult to swallow, and yet as I have the past I will let it go and become what we both shall need.
Now I'll just hang my head; falling further out of place.
Within my lands there is but one law. My word.
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While I walk with the dead all the lies I can't erase,
I'll just hang my head!!
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