Post by kissCOMA on Jul 21, 2012 18:00:27 GMT -5
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The Gods have blessed us. We are but a beautiful, fellow kinship amidst the global domination of the divine creators, their hands slipping down the waist of the deliciously wretched earth, caressing the ground with witchcraft fingers, so that roses may bloom, and animals may forever hunger. Consummation gleams a bitter knife, slicing, tearing through the rancor of illustrious injustice, and we stare heavenward, and then to hell, forever wondering if either exist, for eden and the underworld are here, right in front of our shielded eyes. We opened the door to eternity, they say. This door, now a gaping mouth, is a threshold to a realm most dare not venture. The realm, of our hearts. The realm, of our minds. The realm, of our sacred souls. It is this realization, that we turned away from the Gods, and recognized the deities within ourselves, for our souls writhed in completion, both virtuous and wicked. We tongued the ice when winter's frosted billows adjourned from the north. We bathed in the bloodied fields of spring's grasses, ailed with fresh liquid from the slain. We drank from the drying pools of summer's scorching adornment. And we were lulled to sleep by the rustle of falling leaves as autumn's fervid chill beguiled the swarthy dusk. We are more than the fangs protruding viciously from our maws. We are more than the gripping musculature of our providential design. We are more than just animals. We are dreams, painted by the ecstatic hand of an artist tainted by hypnotic lunacy. What you create, and embellish here, is, in itself, a holy spirit. Do more than sustain such a precious gift; nurture it. And in return, it, shall nurture you.
Sordid Secrets is a fantasy wolf roleplay of astonishingly grand proportions. Our site is the very definition of the word epic. Coupling a series of intense plots with a warm, luscious community, we are open to most levels of roleplayers, and welcome those with a knack for storytelling. We are decadent, possess a throng of amazing characters (and we are always happy to accept more), and most importantly, we're active beyond belief. One should be wise to prepare themselves before becoming a part of our assemblage, however, the reason being, this site will dig into the deepest parts of your subconscious and imagination. Are you ready for that? Yes? Well come hither, my darling, let me show you the way to Eden.
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The Gods have blessed us. We are but a beautiful, fellow kinship amidst the global domination of the divine creators, their hands slipping down the waist of the deliciously wretched earth, caressing the ground with witchcraft fingers, so that roses may bloom, and animals may forever hunger. Consummation gleams a bitter knife, slicing, tearing through the rancor of illustrious injustice, and we stare heavenward, and then to hell, forever wondering if either exist, for eden and the underworld are here, right in front of our shielded eyes. We opened the door to eternity, they say. This door, now a gaping mouth, is a threshold to a realm most dare not venture. The realm, of our hearts. The realm, of our minds. The realm, of our sacred souls. It is this realization, that we turned away from the Gods, and recognized the deities within ourselves, for our souls writhed in completion, both virtuous and wicked. We tongued the ice when winter's frosted billows adjourned from the north. We bathed in the bloodied fields of spring's grasses, ailed with fresh liquid from the slain. We drank from the drying pools of summer's scorching adornment. And we were lulled to sleep by the rustle of falling leaves as autumn's fervid chill beguiled the swarthy dusk. We are more than the fangs protruding viciously from our maws. We are more than the gripping musculature of our providential design. We are more than just animals. We are dreams, painted by the ecstatic hand of an artist tainted by hypnotic lunacy. What you create, and embellish here, is, in itself, a holy spirit. Do more than sustain such a precious gift; nurture it. And in return, it, shall nurture you.
Sordid Secrets is a fantasy wolf roleplay of astonishingly grand proportions. Our site is the very definition of the word epic. Coupling a series of intense plots with a warm, luscious community, we are open to most levels of roleplayers, and welcome those with a knack for storytelling. We are decadent, possess a throng of amazing characters (and we are always happy to accept more), and most importantly, we're active beyond belief. One should be wise to prepare themselves before becoming a part of our assemblage, however, the reason being, this site will dig into the deepest parts of your subconscious and imagination. Are you ready for that? Yes? Well come hither, my darling, let me show you the way to Eden.
To post a link back, please enter the password advertise to access our board! It helps reduce posts from spam bots! Also, you are able to create a guest "login" its a username and password of your choice, without actually going through the registration, that works for your post so you can edit it!
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