Post by Hammurabi on Nov 14, 2009 23:25:47 GMT -5
don't fret precious, I'm here
The year is 1700 B.C. It's a time before the humans, before the mutated cats and elephants roamed the earth. It's after the dinosaurs, the bomb that destroyed them all. This is a time no one knew about - for bones were never discovered. This time era might have simply been a blip in all of time, never to be seen or heard about - but we know the secret. We are the only ones who knew about this place and this time. Canines easily control the terrain, trekking upon every piece of sod. However, the lands are on the verge of a war, ugly destruction brewing between the two sides.
step away from the window
King Hammurabi monarchs the lands of the hellions, demons living on earth. He wants more control upon his territories - although his lands stretch further than any others. Some thirst for power as he does, and they believe the false lies of contention. Darkness is more hardened in our hearts than light, for love can be lost so easily, but hate lasts a life time. Many follow him, for hatred can be brewed and controlled with ease, a skill most do not possess. So, he does lead his army towards a battle that might never be won.
safe from the pain and truth
Those who see through this masquerade rebel, giving their very lives to save their loved ones and their lands. However, numbers mean nothing in this war, everything costs something, and this war will cost hundreds of thousands of lives. Those who are light will not stand for hollow promises, for they seek to destroy those who bring doom, so much hatred that intoxicates a cold land. If Hammurabi was to gain more territory, the balance, the equilibrium that supports all life would end - forever.
and choice and other poison devils
The rebelling groups must meet in secret, their facades masked from the outsiders. If they were to be found by Hammurabi's followers, their life would be taken from them - so easily, so simple, that the warfare of men now would seem to silly in the quickness that a single wolf can destroy another's life. Although, those that get their life taken are the lucky ones. Torture, if trained properly, is so much easier than slitting a simple jugular vein. They will be manipulated and twisted until their unrecognizable and scarred bodies fall captive to the ravenous power seekers. If they cannot agree, if their will is too strong, death will come out of fear versus pain.
see, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do
The dark alliance is ruled by Hammurabi, but the rebels have a leader as well - one that will inspire them to a victory that might not be able to be achieved without the guidance of such a girl. Altus, they call her, meaning 'secret' in Latin. Indeed, she is a secret, for though the king may not know her personally, there are ties that chain them together that are so powerful, no one can predict what they are. She lives among them, so easily, and as she travels through day to day life, it is only the rebels know of her existence, but even then, their knowledge is limited.
go back to sleep; counting bodies like sheep
Lies. Secrets. A brewing war. So, victory will be claimed by...who? Take your side and battle, otherwise you'll be falling into the abyss that's so deep, you may never hit rock bottom.
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