Acadia's Curse: Prologue
A cloak and mask shrouded their identity and created a disguise that filled my curiousity. they raised a single paw at me, it glitched as if we were in a video game. with two slender fingers, it beckoned me onward, and swiflty turned away.
Amber Scenery
All smothered under ghostly shroud. the final days of amber light replaced with frigid black and white, this broken land will symbolize what death can always realize.
After the End prologue: The Summer Storm
Each shrouded in darkness, but at one's feet, a patch of red sand formed. another seemed to have ram horns and the third seemed to have two faces. "it wasn't just zeus. jupiter, frey, and horus each, in turn, insulted you.
"Death Song of the Ceruni"
"o dear goddess," did i cry, "have the heart to tell me why, when i have spent my days and nights, not quite dead, yet not alive, am i shrouded in your holy light?
A Moment Of Beauty.
And the resulting cataclysm pitched the world into darkness as unrelenting clouds shrouded the planet. dragons remembered the past, the beauty of the land. only here near the heavens do they find such a beauty again.
The Japanese Garden
The shrouds of grey-coloured mist, that whirl and spin around both the dragon, and the wolf, seemingly coming from nowhere, enforce this feel.
zion submission, the new sickle doll
The dark room does not provide any light, even if he were to free his eyes from their shroud, the fox wouldn't be able to see his paw in front of his nose. there was a sharp jingling, drawing a gasp of surprise from the freshly inducted little cub doll.
We Regret to Inform You of a Funeral Cancellation
Don't they still retain the relics of the shroud st. lazarus wore? there's balder, and there's orpheus: went where live souls fear to tread, they had their funerals canceled. they weren't dead.
Titania's Song And Dance
Your cottage just through the trees shrouded in curtains of light. **
Memories
Let me start at the beginning, it was a rainy day, the rain pouring down, clouds shrouded the sun giving the land a greyish blue tint, i was 5 and like my sister, was homeschooled, our father would come home drunk quite often and beat on us, this particular
Prima Nackt
I call to you to close the songs of the night, and shroud it lessons to those who prefers ignorance to truth, and embed them into the hearts of those who wish to remember; for the darkness is not scary.
Moonlit Night
The lights at the top of the post were shrouded in fog, and very little light could otherwise be seen. every few moments, the cherry of his cigarette would brighten, illuminating his face a bit better, before going dark once more.