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|| what foul mood is this? ||
« Thread Started on Dec 31, 2007, 11:42am »

What malignant, perverse feeling of dread hath filled the bones of such a reckless and bestial creature as the one that trod in the shoes of Backstabber? What would compel such brazen actions against the laws of sanity, creating thus acts that could be viewed as suicidal? Many might view the rampent wanderer as reckless and crazed with absent sanity, but such a character as Backstabber is not as gentle as one may first begin to assume.
Remember, what do assumptions do?

Indeed, such tumult inside ones mind can make quite a chaotic threshold, but the tremors of the heart are easily quelled, and even those of reputable strength and honor can be an unsaintly benevolent and malicious keeper of imps. No soul should be catagorized by any one attribute, for morals are rare and many, and can be as twisted as the mind that beholds them. Take nothing for granted, and trust no worthy soul of any one word, for a voice is easily disguised, and a plot easily played through caniving words, and tunes of foreboding skits.

Dare to say, such a mood had come for Backstabber, that he barely understood the perverse intuition that drove him to the summits of what those about him--his kin and brethren--called haunted. The steep below was littered with sharp edged stone, and not meant for any travel to traverse without the utmost of caution. Yet caution did not exist in the fervent mind of the sick-hearted mustang, who recklessly ascended the thin path that led a steep incline up to a platform that jetesoned outwords, creating a horizontal scaffold that the ivory stag did so seek. Powerful limbs, driven by this unleashed wrath desired something that his eyes only showed through a burning fire that lingered in the nonvertical slits. The blazing black pupil of this such equine--illuminated to a vibrant russet red was overtaken by this inner power that lurked half-fold inside his blackened heart.

Why was this brute here? Not to occupy? Oh yes indeed. The lands abroad were riddled with life, and he had no desire for life at this point with others. His isolation suited him well, and to gain the company of a few in due time would not do him harm. But he needed somewhere to go, where home could be laid out and occupeid for a time, and such empty terrain as this hellish hole was suitable enough. He'd stay here for a time, laying no public claim, but guarding it for the time as if it were his. Should some likewise brazen stag come to challange, him... perhaps he would back down or defend... it depends upon his opposer and what form of stakes he was willing to play with. Nonetheless, he was here to filter out the scene and determine if this particular realm was indeed empty and abandoned. He was an interesting character, and if so isolated... he would lay a foundation here... his base of happenstance.

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