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Post by (- Khayoss -) on Mar 3, 2008 13:40:42 GMT -5
Shimmering blackness, of midnight sheen, the daughter of darkness, Nighttime's queen. Two hundred twenty, and then add two, and that time was plenty, to cause fear in you. A thestral am I, as nightmares sing, moonlight in my eyes, with blades on my wings. Cross me and then cross yourself too, you'll be praying when I catch up with you. seventeen hands of destruction and fear, they take over the land, when the reaper draws near. My family found me a fright, feared their souls I would take, perhaps they were right, for I am my namesake...
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