JULY 9, 2014.
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Mar 1, 2014 22:44:49 GMT -5
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The prime of daylight enriching the scenic painting of Paris, France sluggishly tattered away under the tick of the clock. The sky melded an assortment of autumn colors, and yet every resident, tourist, and serene animal encompassing the Eiffel Tower refused to stride from the warming embrace of decadence. There was no shortage of orbs lusting after the mental picture of ripe culture, and no shortage of ravenous men pooling after a delicious amassing of gorgeous women with all with features of a top model too ostentatious to ignore; whether they had a protective partner or not.
Therein the bowels of the progressive image of humanity slithered darkness; and they were all too ignorant to notice. Intrigue bound the feet of a masculine silhouette atop the very tip of the iconic tower, a curl of pure sin exposing yellowing teeth. Light-blue eyes gazed upon the peace of the precipice world, a small white pill twirling about in the finger-tips of what seemed to be a speck from the ground. A crackle and a sadistic cackle tickled the sound waves, and a hint of hell rifted the skin of the sky itself. Collections of disgusting, aerial monstrosities ruptured their way into the mortal plane, hungry and hedonism composing the pillar of their bodies, and the flaps of their wings.
Black furs about a collar jiggled in a stroll, black arm guards situated in pockets softly tapped against three handles protruding from the left hip; a powerful soul garbed in black walking amidst humanity. Like the constructs of sin circling like vultures in the sky, he was unseen and unnoticed to the typical eye, yet his wine-colored eyebrow curved upward with heavy curiosity. Soft footwear stopped their rapping against the luxurious concrete, golden optics observing the darkening sky, a blank line about the lips parting slightly with a tongue of irony, “Things could be worse.”
Therein the bowels of the progressive image of humanity slithered darkness; and they were all too ignorant to notice. Intrigue bound the feet of a masculine silhouette atop the very tip of the iconic tower, a curl of pure sin exposing yellowing teeth. Light-blue eyes gazed upon the peace of the precipice world, a small white pill twirling about in the finger-tips of what seemed to be a speck from the ground. A crackle and a sadistic cackle tickled the sound waves, and a hint of hell rifted the skin of the sky itself. Collections of disgusting, aerial monstrosities ruptured their way into the mortal plane, hungry and hedonism composing the pillar of their bodies, and the flaps of their wings.
Black furs about a collar jiggled in a stroll, black arm guards situated in pockets softly tapped against three handles protruding from the left hip; a powerful soul garbed in black walking amidst humanity. Like the constructs of sin circling like vultures in the sky, he was unseen and unnoticed to the typical eye, yet his wine-colored eyebrow curved upward with heavy curiosity. Soft footwear stopped their rapping against the luxurious concrete, golden optics observing the darkening sky, a blank line about the lips parting slightly with a tongue of irony, “Things could be worse.”
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