Post by macellaio on Dec 5, 2008 10:42:41 GMT -5
there is no prevention~
The creation of all things brought about our ancestors, with them, knowledge. They constructed that which is all we know, the prophets were told around circles and explained to the youths. Our ancestors spoke of wonderful tales, secrets that explained to us how to survive. We are born with peace, and peace will we keep.
The congregation of peace fluttered wildly about the spirits of our brethren who solemnly walked, shameless and with pride. But his ancestors, they wanted something more thrilling. They taught grisly prophets that predicted only destruction. And so, we learned to fear them. They actually hunted down all those who defied they, they were those with no identity. His ancestors were terrifying, and like every great power, we hoped their reign would end.
It took many years for them to be named, and it was until our generation that we discovered the masculine family name; Butcher. From his family origins, they spoke a foreign language, but he didn't. However, he kept his name, Macellaio (meaning butcher). And so it began. Macellaio struck down hard on anyone who had even the means to approach him, he sought and destroyed anything he felt was inferior - everything - in other words. No one dared approach him, no one in the right mind.
This continued, to the point where he was given a new name, which he kept; the Grim Reaper.
The Reaper felt no compassion or mercy, just a ruthless sense of ire that drove him insane; a hungering lust that could only be satisfied by blood, which he had fed rapidly. Savage belligerence implantation which calculated most of his unpredictable moves. And we learned nothing, only knowing that we must escape his prying jaws to protect ourselves.
Though Macellaio was strong, he wasn't nearly strong enough. The intelligent warlord allied with only those he needed, anyone was who was strong enough became his friend; his loyal followers. Demented beast shredded anyone who stepped in his way, he didn't really need his allies; but if he ever so happened to get in trouble, he could rely on them to defend him. If he fell, they would avenge him. Sadistic creature spoke of d**nations to all he killed, he was the Lord of Death; others knew him as the Lord of Reapers.
Whosoever he chooses to be, he stills remains; he is our generation. He is that a youth, fiery sinner; and the creation of his alliance has begun to turn into something more...
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"The Begining of Mietitrici"
The creation of all things brought about our ancestors, with them, knowledge. They constructed that which is all we know, the prophets were told around circles and explained to the youths. Our ancestors spoke of wonderful tales, secrets that explained to us how to survive. We are born with peace, and peace will we keep.
The congregation of peace fluttered wildly about the spirits of our brethren who solemnly walked, shameless and with pride. But his ancestors, they wanted something more thrilling. They taught grisly prophets that predicted only destruction. And so, we learned to fear them. They actually hunted down all those who defied they, they were those with no identity. His ancestors were terrifying, and like every great power, we hoped their reign would end.
It took many years for them to be named, and it was until our generation that we discovered the masculine family name; Butcher. From his family origins, they spoke a foreign language, but he didn't. However, he kept his name, Macellaio (meaning butcher). And so it began. Macellaio struck down hard on anyone who had even the means to approach him, he sought and destroyed anything he felt was inferior - everything - in other words. No one dared approach him, no one in the right mind.
This continued, to the point where he was given a new name, which he kept; the Grim Reaper.
The Reaper felt no compassion or mercy, just a ruthless sense of ire that drove him insane; a hungering lust that could only be satisfied by blood, which he had fed rapidly. Savage belligerence implantation which calculated most of his unpredictable moves. And we learned nothing, only knowing that we must escape his prying jaws to protect ourselves.
Though Macellaio was strong, he wasn't nearly strong enough. The intelligent warlord allied with only those he needed, anyone was who was strong enough became his friend; his loyal followers. Demented beast shredded anyone who stepped in his way, he didn't really need his allies; but if he ever so happened to get in trouble, he could rely on them to defend him. If he fell, they would avenge him. Sadistic creature spoke of d**nations to all he killed, he was the Lord of Death; others knew him as the Lord of Reapers.
Whosoever he chooses to be, he stills remains; he is our generation. He is that a youth, fiery sinner; and the creation of his alliance has begun to turn into something more...
Activity - ...
Admin - Macellaio
Other site - Mietitrici
Mediocre - expert rp
"The Begining of Mietitrici"