Post by origin on Oct 3, 2011 17:54:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/14jbvr9.jpg); background-color: #B9B4B7; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] A fire of unknown origin Swept her up and off my wavelength, Swallowed her up, Like the ocean in a fire, So thick and grey. Death comes driving, I can't do nothing, Death goes There must be something, There must be something, That remains, There must be something, There must be something.... The Twilight Realm. A place which the golden eyed harbinger of mischief wasn't so fond of. A place where others avoided him, perhaps it was the aura he gave off, the sense of death, the sense of chaos that lingered around him. Though the more disturbing thing was that he could be as calm as he so wished and then suddenly snap and go crazy. That was the worst thing about it all. The fact he could be relatively nice and then be as cruel and callous as they come. It wasn't a big deal for him either. No he embraced it. Used it for his own needs and advantages. A grin was currently spread over his face, teeth clenched around the end of a pipe he'd taken from some old man in the light realm, he'd probably ditch it eventually. A smirk as he wandered with hands in his pockets. A stream of smoke was pouring from him as he strolled around the place calmly, he was smoking at the current moment and really didn't care what others thought of that, if anything he'd probably be inclined to dump the still burning tobacco on the top of the persons head, just to prove his point. Golden eyes glowing as he walked. His face here was almost shrouded in darkness and his chest and back were lit up in blue tribal markings as he went along. I'm a motherfuckin' draaagggooonnn!!!!!! The thoughts as he blew smoke from his nostrils imitating a dragon of sorts. Perhaps he was being childish? It was quite possible though he was grinning and not actually saying a word at the current time. He didn't even reply when other Twili asked him a question. Instead he only widened his eyes and grinned more at them, which made most of them scurry away on instinct. At that he just smiled more before he carried on his stroll. Stopping eventually as he came to the canyon. Staying back he stood with his arms folded still smoking till the tobacco ran thin and with the last embers? He tossed the entire thing in to the canyon. Watching as the bright red heat filled bits flew all over the place. ”EAT UP OR IT'LL GET COLD!!!” He bellowed before he sat himself down and laid back against the ground eyes staring upwards at the skies above. A grin similar to that of the grinning canyon on his face. He wasn't bored. No. He was calm... For the moment. Table by Wolfy from SoS |
