| .+.black.hand.+. by Mika Seta +.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+. A sword slashed viciously into the back of a killer. Blood pouring and eyes draining the victim drops down and thinks of the past....... =+=The Black Hand sucks! The Black Hand sucks!! Those wyrm-tainted bastard leeches Black Hand sucks!=+= He deserves to die for the things hes done, the lives hes tortured, the souls he left wandering. Wasn't it all supposed to be for them? The right desicion dies a sin..... =+=If I had my way! If I had my way! I'd rend them all ripped and torn ALL THAT SUCKS DIES!!=+= A trickle of blood seeps down to his mouth. The salty taste a rememberance to the timely cost that has been payed.... =+=Sweet smell bleeding glow is melting me=+= Anxiously awaited by Death, he steps up to meet his opponent's gaze, the undying truth left in his eyes. A tear of reality came storming through as another another blow sent blood into the rain.... =+=I bring my klave into battle Shifting into Crinos - I slay wyrmfoe Then I step sideways....=+= The pain is overcoming and the chance to kill has swept a soul and left one dying, forever lost in his past and regrets. He lies. A pool of blood overthrowing his body in a crimson death. Death takes its chance and the soul is ripped away, tears of a relative stained in grief....... =+=You can't see me, for I hide within the Umbra.................=+= |