Pestilenciels cadastres buboniques et cadavériques que voici: Quo Vadis ? C'est nous: voix du peuple subalternées et ternies par des réalités enchanteresses de cristal. Notre visite importune, bien qu'au moment opportun, peut bien causer votre infortune, opportunistes fortunés des mots. Que ce soit aux noms de vos idoles vertes d'avarice et de jalousie, que votre extermination veuille celles de la couleur ou des simples nuances du monde, vous, fantassins désenchantés et habilement usés et désabusés par vos propres ruses, n'observez-vous pas les masques de vos raisonnements sibyllins, serpenti
clutching dreams in callused
fingertips, i inch myself
through the static | an ever-
looping melisma of malaise |
find me among the lupins murmuring
etudes | day after day | g{r}asping
with the effort, i reach out
for some sort of sign | find me
dripping oil on the roses | find
me pressing lavender into the haze
& | i think this metastrophe burns |
love, i don't think i know where
we are going | but i will be an
immortelle lingering in forever |
humming sonnets in the dead of the
night | a delicately-preserved
shadow of the self
Fell the beast || Quo Boss battle RP by MaichoMod, literature
Literature
Fell the beast || Quo Boss battle RP
Featuring:
bold parts for:
040 - Medea
Lyari || Quo #002
word count - 2,770
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italic parts for:Phobotor Quoleol Handler
Grendel || Quo #40
word count - 2,738
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Two pale shapes drifted through the blackness of the night like ghosts at the witching hour, pushing through the yhin veil that seperated reality and the supernatural realms that lay beyond. Travelling slowly, one sat astride the other, tall and slender atop the back of their beast if burden, which was bulky and muscular by contrast. The pair ducked into the forest from the meadows beyond in their efforts to avoid the rain, slinking between the trees almost