[ What Was Once Lost ]

[kap]

Was it recognition that brought him so close?
Was the hankering for retinue so strong?
Did his adulation need to be reimbursed once again?
Such reasons were cryptic, as they incarcerated long ago.

Virile movements contribute to the collaboration of a solemn individual. With the chassis of one whom would have been presumably dead and the internal works that created a sinister plot that unfolded before him, the being was still silent as his journey continued. The repulsive manifestation that cursed your sight was only one of the factors that contributed to the attractive fear that forced it's into your very soul and rubbed against your sanity. His demonic features only made some want his essence more, those those few were the ones that did not return out of the torturous plot of loam that he had staked out as his own. Orblets contribute to his understanding of the new terrain as they set off on a peregrination across the expansive atoms that bristled in mock disquietude.

Collaboration compassed as something wafted off the ashes of loam, and it was something that was deeply welcomed, and locked away in the welkin of his umbra, the scent help key to the Verile's impossible affection that was held for the huntress. A welcomed smirk stretched across the mess that claimed to be the mescaline's visage as it widened and found its sanctuary. Twisting across the whole of his maw as the fluttering wish of their companionship to once again, be refilled and excelled to lengths that had not ever been reached, lengths that had been rightfully relinquished. Tipping the point of his estuary in reception toward the expanding empyrean, thorax flung its bestial tune toward the atoms, his low calling exclusive toward the province that folded about him.
It was her.

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[JoHar && Dark Shelly ™»]

What was once lost...


Physique shifts on the rouged land varying the old stygian xanthippe had been corping into a circle slightly around this wanna-be cold 'prairie'. The slightest factor of rays shone down penetrating every thought creasing and crossing across a unhealthily fragile mind. Nothing seemed the same since her travel was made from the outskirts of Alaska. It was all different now, her place was found in the heart of the cold Barron last month as she trys to find a place to settle down at. Too bad a mind like her's deceives every step token.

Long lengthen chain curved slightly with her ever ending movement of cranial, curvature boaed down slowly intaking the familiar scents, the new ones, and the unwelcome ones. Pelt glistened as the burning sun shines down on her, for once the wrath was welcomed slightly before her cold heart froze herself along with the iced fluff tinting underneath her. Paw prints where slowly being placed but even faster being covered. A light Blizzard had started at the fallen spot. Nasal passage ways soon catch the forming winds rushing at her forwardly.
The smell was so familiar and welcoming, like a coxing spell.
Prudent brain pad copsed over slightly noticing and triggering the final breathe of filtered scent.

It can't be him........
How did he find me?
Where has he come from and why did he come here?
I can't stand this

Physique slightly vibrates violently as nonchalant shanks navigates a dark form through the baring storm to wards a whisked figure holding the scent, a scent of death and hatred, the scent she still longed for ever since her old azures fixed slightly upon his deep granites.

Is this my dream?
It has to be nothing like this could of brought him so far to my new lands.
No this is just some imposture trying to fase my reality.


Shelly was wrong, her reality was fake and dreamless, it was all lies and always was but she could not accept this fact.
No never would she accept the fact she was going insane, her brain is slowly falling apart at it's timeless seems.

This was not real but what is?
Reality can only in one's thinker, or could it be called real if it was even there?
Maybe, maybe not but who was i to say what was real?
i am a fraction of my own imagination a faction to hell and to heaven,
What am i?
who am i?


This feeling was too familiar, everything was now. The old days when she first met this hessian.
yes it was kapungen her first true lover, all of her emotions swept back into her deadly system, almost pushing her to coast her life at this point. Instead a light hint of a dark tempting smirk laced slightly against labrums, canvas flows freely into fighting winds.

What have we here Dear dark friend?
He has found out where we stand and where we hide from the cold harsh world.
No where we welcome it ,
now that's more like it yes don't you think so too
.......................................
Kapungen?
My dear why don't you speak your words of death,
come on finish your wantings


...Is now found

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[kap]

You selfish demon.
You canter around this province with the confidence of a dxmn bureaucrat.
You can only twinge yourself.
Stop hallucinating for the wench, Kapungen.



Scripts tormented his own self, magnifying the need for her continence, the immortal craving for her exchange of body heat that he had never earned. The lassitudinous excuse for harks let vehemence guide them to pin point the site of the individual who had haunted him the time they had been disassociated, the time when his demineralization had been apparent. The exact moment in undying chronology that the virile who's name had been so deeply loathed had taken control of the huntress's amour. Taking his odyssey back toward the coeval moment, Nasal passages gathered the deadly perfume into their dictionaries once more, noting it's bloom once more, vigor took the potent. Collaboration took control once more and flux was made.

Cranial structure took it's proud stance as appendages contributed to the virile migration pattern as he excelled through the binding cold, his own structure touched by the feeling of leadership, a feeling that could only push his chassis forward, as each step brought the renewed sense of energy that seemed to bind the force of his scarlet infusion and let vigor lash through his tang. He bickered with his own cognizance that creased what seemed to be wrong or right. He felt her drawing nearer as the form that italicized the stench that sent it's bearings through the rejected atoms that clustered in groups.

Leave while you still have sanity.
No, why else would you be here, you came for her, correct?
Or was it the need for escape.
You know you can't ever escape, Kapugen, my dear.

The voices persisted, but their scripts provided him with truth, though what type of truth was he welcoming? The smirk had not left it's post, splitting his facade into two.
Shelly
Lyric let words slip from their cages as they tumbled across the open air, for he knew her presence was upon him.

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[JoHar && Dark Shelly ™»]

What had once fled......



Corpse twisted slightly melting against the snow, burring her devious peltage and seeping to her dark skin. Cerebrum shifts on her long, thin, and bony hunches seeming as if it was sliding off almost. The view was much better this was for in an odd way he seemed to be less hideous. Like that would happen any day. In an odd way the way you can't get over, Shelly seemed to get lost in his motionless pools, it was like being starstruck all over again, and again like before. It was turning her severely that Shelly almost lost her balance. The Dark mistress placed bottom half to the ice cold sod to keep herself up strait. A Flush curved on her nice lanky figure sending a shudder in her vocals at the sudden change of degree before it came crashing down on her, the ice cold was too over powering. Why had she come here in the first place when he would find her again anyways? It was not worth the try of finding out right now it was the fact her body was rejecting her mind forcing her to leave or to desecrate at the least power it had over her now.

The thought was tossed back and forth.
What to do?
Why not just pounce on him and lick him till he turned up frozen?
How do you know he is still here for you....
Just you?
How do you tell if he even cares anymore?


It was mind numbing and she hated it but loved it in a sick deadly way. All her life she craved disasters and now her biggest one is coming back to her, her life depended on this one and her mind was racing trying to figure out what to possibly do right now or even ever. And perhaps something not to do like turn her back on him and just walk away from it all like it was nothing and never was before. Chain length curved around slightly lapping her petrols and folding over her spin before taping the ground and doing the same motions in a greeting response. the Small smugged smirk dance freely away from her swarthy zephyrs. Talons dig into the foot high and building snow slightly chilling her to bone. brain pad eased slightly at the questions and seemed to pick a few, but ran over them just in case they might come out sounding wrong or hateful, probably making her look like she wanted him as bad as he wanted her. Lucid probiscus slightly rose in his direction wanted so badly to touch him in the slightest bit, perhaps get closer then before. Tympanums had unnoticibly flared up, aswell as her pistons carrying her closer to him, closer to the devil himself.

Dear Kapungen why are you hear my lord?
Do you still have feelings for this damned POTATO that you set your azurs on or do you come here to (You really want to say this... ok... keep trying) around some more?

Before reaching to him thorns flaten slightly as cranial tossed down slightly letting deep tabiries hit the whitened snow and fix on the smooth and white falling ashes. The lyrics spoken where more then rasped but crackled like in hatred for fear, for lust. Shelly wanted him so badly the slightest thought of him comming nearer would set her off quickly, quicker than a firecracker going off and tempting to scar a shy human being. Only slightly did her vocals rasp and her focas slowly turned to him. Just waiting, waiting for an awnser. perhaps this would get her of his back for a while.






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