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Post by Flicka on Nov 29, 2009 21:07:12 GMT -5

Occ:Please do not make double threads.

Halloween

[shadow=red,left,300]Boys and girls of every age
wouldn't you like to see something strange
Come with us and you will see,
this our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween,
pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene,
trick or treat till the neighbors come and die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream,
in this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed,
teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs,
fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween[/shadow]

Gris irons trampled the earth as bulky pillars moved his ebony dial raised high to display dominance the wind pulled at his ebony crimson tipped tassels as he moved through the silent land, he snorted ignorantly as he scented two females he figured he might as well stick around with mares a foot or rather lurking in the shadows.
He parted his maw revealing black kissers and yellow tainted ivories be fore splitting the silence with an audit bleeding screech before settling if he had to go look for them himself he would, the Dark Baron would not be kept waiting for the best of your health.

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[shadow=red,left,300]In this town we call home,
everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now,
everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, then,
hiding in the trash cans,
something's waiting now to pounce and how you'll..
Scream, this is Halloween,
red and black and slimy green,
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine,
say it once, say it twice,
take a chance and roll the dice,
ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream,
in our town or Halloween
I am the clown with the tear-away face,
here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the who when you call "Who's there?",
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night,
filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween[/shadow]

He surveyed the lands of sins, the withering tree that bent over like an animal in writhing pain ah his roaming place one that fit the sadistic male so that is why he did not like to wait for prey items to come along so that he could strike out and feast upon their flesh and bones, but those were just mere play things today he was looking for pure sinners.
Pure bastards and bitches to follow under him if they were useful they might live a longer life expectancy he was hateful of those posers so they were sure to perish soon after joining or become toys for the predatory male.[/size]

[shadow=red,left,300]Tender lumplings everywhere,
life's no fun without a good scare,
that's our job but we're not mean
in our town of Halloween
In this town, don't we love it now,
everyone's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
and scream like a banshee,
make you jump out of your skin!
This is Halloween, everybody scream,
won't you please make way for a very special guy
Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch,
everyone hail to the pumpkin king
Now, this is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
In this town we call home everyone hail to the pumpkin song
La la la la la[/shadow]

But he did not speak of his bloodlust nor his predation he had little feelings for others other than hate, malice, lust, bloodlust.
Not much feeling as of yet he had yet to find the one worth of his blackened burning coal of a heart.[/center][/size]

Post by Dyzzie on Nov 18, 2009 19:41:00 GMT -5

Post by Flicka on Nov 29, 2009 21:07:12 GMT -5