PURITY RING

*Isardis* · 02-18-2014, 03:21 PM

With the rolling tongue of a serpent in guise, pallid wonder would coil with possessive air about the still night of The East. Wicked murmurs of hushing power sending chills up the coiled spines of loitering trees, a silence so deafening it would strike the core of any too frail to adjust to greatness. With poised speculate the Northern King would meander against the borders of The Rock Garden; a place he had been all too many times before. And yet, now, rumours only told of its claimed leadership. With the beckoning boom of a momentary bark would Isardis lure the said alphess to his encumbered lair of wait, swaying with imaginary bliss atop stilts of only the finest elegance.

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