Post by Zanefera on Feb 1, 2008 17:13:31 GMT -5
& & D E S P E R A D O ; ;
i believe the world is burning to the ground,
oh well, i guess, we're gonna find out.
let's see how far we've gone
let's see how far we've gone
well i, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
Spanish beast drove into the land, thick limbs carrying him gracefully over the thresh-hold, and into the unclaimed terrain. Unclaimed, because no scent was readily marked, and no beast stould within, and this spanish fiend would have known. Dark optics flickered over the land, as muscles rippled beneath his black pelt, and created a rippling motion across his back. Chorded neck was raised high atop the bodice, as the fiend drove himself further away from the entrance, and closer towards the midsection of the terrain. Nostrils flared, taking in the smell of the trees along with the pure oxygen that covered this land. Feign tp exhale the beautiful scent of Ferstation, Desperado exhaled quickly, willing himself to take in more of the smells of this terrain. Red rimmed obsidians thundered across the dry terrain, taking the distance between this fiend and the mid-section, at great strides, as though they knew exactly what was to be done. Lyri drifted out into the subtle breeze, that seemed to press this beast forward in a quicker lope. "Querida Rosa. I do this for you. Madre and Padre. You say that it will be so easy to move on and forget the deaths of so many loved ones. I will prove to you that it is not possible. I will try my hardest, and when I fail, do not think that the failure will not also be heavy on my sholders. You are were all such smart equid. But I guess you have never felt the sting of death 3 times over and gotten past such desolation." Audits twisted atop his head, as if awaiting a reply from the dead. It would not be the first time he did so. In deperate need to get over their deaths, he drove himself faster, his limbs moving with great quickness, as he tested his own determination against his own strength. He would either live without the everyday reminder of the deaths of his loved ones. Or he would die a death indisde, every day, as he remembered their influences on him and his life. And though he was not one to assume, he had a good guess at which one would take hold over his life.
Obsidians crashed, tripped over themselves from the great speed, sending the beast flying forward, to skin his bodice against the dry earthen floor, asthe weight of him collapsed. Tears claimed his optics, even as he willed himself not to display such emotion. "¿Por qué tiene que salir de mí? ¿Por qué no pueden ustedes se han mantenido al menos hasta que yo era lo suficientemente mayor para valerse por mí mismo?" Pushing his dirt covered bod to stand, he pushed past the emotions welling within him, as he aimed for the midsection only a few feet away. is limbs warily drug on, having not only travelled such far distances, but also at harsh speeds, they wanted to give in. They trembled with each step, with the need to lay down and rest for a few moments. But the beast would not hear of it. Life would pass him by, he'd die another small death, for sleep was full of painfull memories that he wished to keep behind him. Painful memories that he knew would always be waiting for him in his dreams. The world was a horrible place, and he would live by that fact. He would never again give himself in to those memories that brought on the depression. It was his job, his calling, to lead atleast a few equine, into a life full of contentment. He'd not let the missories of the world claim every beast. This would be his solemne vow. Halting, he raised his cranium, eyeing the entire terrain. His vocals swelled, allowing his thick accented tone to claim the attention of anyone who might be within hearing distance. Or, anything within the entirety of Ferstation. "Este reclamo! I claim this land called Ferstaion as my own. Any beast willing to challenge this, may come forth at any time. But know this. A desperate soul makes for one hell of a fighter. We spniards are not too proud to be desperate. So this land holds claim by Desperado. Es de esperar que se hinchan a una fuerte rebaño y de la tierra."
Lyri faded into the thickness of the air, as the beast turned to immediately exit his lands. His first duty was to find someone to help him lead this land. Soomeone strong, who was not afraid to see the world as it truly one. Someone who was not afraid to speak her mind, and knew how wrong the world was. And the thought that claimed the beast now, was that such a fae could not exist. Deep down, he knew he would have to settle for a fae that was simply obediant. And he didn't want to. He wanted a fae with a strong mind but a gentle hard. A fae who, if need be, could take over his own duty, should something happen to him. He wanted a fae just as strong as he was. And it was such a disheartening thought, that he would never find one. But he would search, no matter how long he had to. If he must settle, than he would not settle for just any fae. Never would this spaniard settle for a fae of pretty coloring. It meant nothing when stupidy lay behind tha mask of her bodice.
oh well, i guess, we're gonna find out.
let's see how far we've gone
let's see how far we've gone
well i, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
Spanish beast drove into the land, thick limbs carrying him gracefully over the thresh-hold, and into the unclaimed terrain. Unclaimed, because no scent was readily marked, and no beast stould within, and this spanish fiend would have known. Dark optics flickered over the land, as muscles rippled beneath his black pelt, and created a rippling motion across his back. Chorded neck was raised high atop the bodice, as the fiend drove himself further away from the entrance, and closer towards the midsection of the terrain. Nostrils flared, taking in the smell of the trees along with the pure oxygen that covered this land. Feign tp exhale the beautiful scent of Ferstation, Desperado exhaled quickly, willing himself to take in more of the smells of this terrain. Red rimmed obsidians thundered across the dry terrain, taking the distance between this fiend and the mid-section, at great strides, as though they knew exactly what was to be done. Lyri drifted out into the subtle breeze, that seemed to press this beast forward in a quicker lope. "Querida Rosa. I do this for you. Madre and Padre. You say that it will be so easy to move on and forget the deaths of so many loved ones. I will prove to you that it is not possible. I will try my hardest, and when I fail, do not think that the failure will not also be heavy on my sholders. You are were all such smart equid. But I guess you have never felt the sting of death 3 times over and gotten past such desolation." Audits twisted atop his head, as if awaiting a reply from the dead. It would not be the first time he did so. In deperate need to get over their deaths, he drove himself faster, his limbs moving with great quickness, as he tested his own determination against his own strength. He would either live without the everyday reminder of the deaths of his loved ones. Or he would die a death indisde, every day, as he remembered their influences on him and his life. And though he was not one to assume, he had a good guess at which one would take hold over his life.
Obsidians crashed, tripped over themselves from the great speed, sending the beast flying forward, to skin his bodice against the dry earthen floor, asthe weight of him collapsed. Tears claimed his optics, even as he willed himself not to display such emotion. "¿Por qué tiene que salir de mí? ¿Por qué no pueden ustedes se han mantenido al menos hasta que yo era lo suficientemente mayor para valerse por mí mismo?" Pushing his dirt covered bod to stand, he pushed past the emotions welling within him, as he aimed for the midsection only a few feet away. is limbs warily drug on, having not only travelled such far distances, but also at harsh speeds, they wanted to give in. They trembled with each step, with the need to lay down and rest for a few moments. But the beast would not hear of it. Life would pass him by, he'd die another small death, for sleep was full of painfull memories that he wished to keep behind him. Painful memories that he knew would always be waiting for him in his dreams. The world was a horrible place, and he would live by that fact. He would never again give himself in to those memories that brought on the depression. It was his job, his calling, to lead atleast a few equine, into a life full of contentment. He'd not let the missories of the world claim every beast. This would be his solemne vow. Halting, he raised his cranium, eyeing the entire terrain. His vocals swelled, allowing his thick accented tone to claim the attention of anyone who might be within hearing distance. Or, anything within the entirety of Ferstation. "Este reclamo! I claim this land called Ferstaion as my own. Any beast willing to challenge this, may come forth at any time. But know this. A desperate soul makes for one hell of a fighter. We spniards are not too proud to be desperate. So this land holds claim by Desperado. Es de esperar que se hinchan a una fuerte rebaño y de la tierra."
Lyri faded into the thickness of the air, as the beast turned to immediately exit his lands. His first duty was to find someone to help him lead this land. Soomeone strong, who was not afraid to see the world as it truly one. Someone who was not afraid to speak her mind, and knew how wrong the world was. And the thought that claimed the beast now, was that such a fae could not exist. Deep down, he knew he would have to settle for a fae that was simply obediant. And he didn't want to. He wanted a fae with a strong mind but a gentle hard. A fae who, if need be, could take over his own duty, should something happen to him. He wanted a fae just as strong as he was. And it was such a disheartening thought, that he would never find one. But he would search, no matter how long he had to. If he must settle, than he would not settle for just any fae. Never would this spaniard settle for a fae of pretty coloring. It meant nothing when stupidy lay behind tha mask of her bodice.
count; 919
completion; complete
translation; 1 ---> Why did you have to leave me? Why couldn't you have stayed atleast until I was old enough to fend for myself?
2----> I claim this.
3----> May it swell to a be a strong herd and land.
