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« on: November 26, 2009, 01:47:32 PM » |
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Forward--
Through the traverses; lyrics of ageless poets would do nothing but whisper the syllables of his tune. A chorus of death and destruction, of chaos and ensuing reckoning. Alas, this was nothing more than a page to a novel with no barriers - a small, obsolete milestone to the charades of a man wrought by the most foul and insidious of lives. A murderer; a tyrant-- none of these labels could satisfy the definition of a man so torn apart.
Quite simply, he was the Destroyer.
Terrata Legend, to be exact. Standing in foul, his body met the image of a relatively young individual that was nothing close to the image of a true villain. A lithe, slender physique gave way to a face of porcelain; lips of bruised crimson seemed mug, looking as if he were to smile that his face would crack and bruise in its statue-esque state. Behold two eyes: crimson and aware, unwavering in their idle studies to the building before him.
Here stood a great structure of unprecedented height, reaching beyond the limits of the naked eye to pierce the heavens abroad. Terrata could feel its energy, screaming in its triumphant glory as a supernatural beacon of light for the most expertise of men and women alike to discover. And yet, no one really had discovered it. The tower itself was barren and bleak, having nothing but a wall and an empty shell that hosted no valuables nor life. Ironic, to find a building so empowering that it seemed to intimidate the fabric of its ownership. Proper justice would be served.
Rain slammed hard towards the earth, smearing coal-colored strands of hair against the monotone face of the former Prince to Sonata in a berating taunt of dominance, to which Terrata simply stood unaware. Passing moments became minutes, and thereby came nearly an hour before a resolution was made:
.. he was going to tear it down, brick by brick.
And with it would come life anew; a proper place for the inhabitant - himself - to make station and dictate the next course of action. They called this place Sharvani.. soon, he'd call it home.
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