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divine absolution
Trial Green Labyrinth 
Rift Havoc
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-Spirits-
Do you hear that?” It erupted a buzzing laughter from the sounds that wafted over the land. It ebbed and flowed around the duo with no tangible source other than an uncomfortable feeling of dread that seemed to accompany the whispers. They moved and moved, as if luring to the Metus, bright yet haunting laughter in their wake. “Welcome to us, to our home.” They said, their many small voices merging to become one, dark and edged as sharp as a blade.

And you brought a friend.” They answered, turning their nonexistent gaze toward the fire that flickered the back of the spotted and armored mare. The buzzing turned quieter as if they spoke amongst themselves, pleased at the idea of two meals for themselves and the Metus rather than one. They continued to move, like an object aiming to capture the two in the web the Metus wove, for there was an unspoken rule between the two of them. If the spirits lured, the Metus would always leave something for them. Though the Metus often didn’t leave much.

-Magnus Metus-
They were getting closer and closer, slinking amidst the doldrums, coaxed and enticed by possibilities. Temptation was a savage, sinister weapon, forged amidst those moral and omniscient - he'd wielded it once or twice. He stuck his tongue out again, smelled them in the same pattern, and shuddered, shivered, with anticipation. Would they slink right into his den, foolish and stupid, drunk on the haze of the labyrinth? Would they know he was there, waiting in the wings, and only feel his might, his wrath, his condemnation at the very last moment? Would they scream? Would they shriek? He was too hidden, too silent, he was too many things they could never be.

Keep coming, he craved, a feral beast in the darkest of nights. Perhaps those vengeful stanzas rampaging through the fog and mist would be one more lure, one more beacon, to guide them his way. The Metus was ready for the slaughter. There'd be nothing they could do to stop his ravenous, rapacious appetite. They were his.

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Messages In This Thread
divine absolution - by Kiada - 11-12-2017, 02:46 AM
RE: divine absolution - by Erebos - 11-12-2017, 07:47 PM
RE: divine absolution - by Kiada - 11-14-2017, 02:27 AM
RE: divine absolution - by Erebos - 11-21-2017, 03:49 PM
RE: divine absolution - by Kiada - 11-22-2017, 06:47 AM
RE: divine absolution - by Rift Havoc - 11-25-2017, 12:39 AM
RE: divine absolution - by Erebos - 11-25-2017, 01:04 AM
RE: divine absolution - by Kiada - 11-27-2017, 06:01 AM
RE: divine absolution - by Rift Havoc - 12-08-2017, 02:36 AM