Oct 03, 2005 16:56
That band wagon doesn't seem to have a flautist yet...
Arimaspea
Upon my death I traveled north in raven shape,
Accompanied by sun-struck Phoebus God of light.
We rode his heaven's chariot with him at reigns,
And I atop his shoulder, cawing to the wind.
Kester the Hylopath
In a way, he lied copiously. Not all the time, and not necessarily to excess, but most of the time. It had become habit, due to his gift.
Serity and Menny (working title)
Serity was born on drugs, but then so are most people.
Donovan's Best
He was a hellish font of brute and marrow. Despicable phrases erupted from his throat and teeth, bent into awful sounds by his tongue.