✞32 Days since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[†]Ecclesiastes 11:9
Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.[†]
"Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit in malice be ye children, but in understanding be men."
[☨]The rapid pitter-patter of feet click and clack all the way down the boardwalk. A youth by the age of 12 in appearance, wearing a black cassock and a small gold stole, had been running for what seemed days. He was withering at this point, wrought with exhaust and worry knitting his slender platinum brows. Stopping at the corner of an ally, he slipped into the shadows simply to catch his breath, gasping so hard as if he were attempting to compensate for the size of his tiny lungs.[☨]
Ang...lin..a... Nill.. Nill please come back...!
[☨]Panting he sniveled, tears leaking from his eyes were rubbed out angerly with blood-flecked hands.[☨]
St..stupid.. little brat.. whimpering wo-wont make her listen!
[☨]The chase had gone on for.. how long.. he couldn't remember. He was lost, and everything looked so much bigger now. The little lamb knew this dastardly place, yet he had gone in so many twists and turns that the way back to the church was long strayed from him.[☨]
G..got to.. go back.. m-maybe sh-she went back... H-aah..!?
[☨]A sharp shrill gasp was muffled under his mouth as a deeper shadow cast across his minikin form and a horrible beastly rumble rippled the air about him. Before his glassy eyes lurched one of those horrific demon spawn, it's beak-like jaws pincing open and closed and settling it's wicked eye upon him.[☨]
S-San Michele Arcangelo! Difendici nella battaglia; contro le malvagità e le insidie del diavolo sii nostro aiuto... Aa-a-amen!
Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.[†]
"Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit in malice be ye children, but in understanding be men."
[☨]The rapid pitter-patter of feet click and clack all the way down the boardwalk. A youth by the age of 12 in appearance, wearing a black cassock and a small gold stole, had been running for what seemed days. He was withering at this point, wrought with exhaust and worry knitting his slender platinum brows. Stopping at the corner of an ally, he slipped into the shadows simply to catch his breath, gasping so hard as if he were attempting to compensate for the size of his tiny lungs.[☨]
Ang...lin..a... Nill.. Nill please come back...!
[☨]Panting he sniveled, tears leaking from his eyes were rubbed out angerly with blood-flecked hands.[☨]
St..stupid.. little brat.. whimpering wo-wont make her listen!
[☨]The chase had gone on for.. how long.. he couldn't remember. He was lost, and everything looked so much bigger now. The little lamb knew this dastardly place, yet he had gone in so many twists and turns that the way back to the church was long strayed from him.[☨]
G..got to.. go back.. m-maybe sh-she went back... H-aah..!?
[☨]A sharp shrill gasp was muffled under his mouth as a deeper shadow cast across his minikin form and a horrible beastly rumble rippled the air about him. Before his glassy eyes lurched one of those horrific demon spawn, it's beak-like jaws pincing open and closed and settling it's wicked eye upon him.[☨]
S-San Michele Arcangelo! Difendici nella battaglia; contro le malvagità e le insidie del diavolo sii nostro aiuto... Aa-a-amen!
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Action!
Date: 2010-07-30 02:27 am (UTC)[A sudden ambiance like a cold and unforgiving wind, chilled the cherub till he was as frozen as his marbled likeness. What was this thing.. this creature... this abomination that wore his shepherd's flesh?
He couldn't stagger, he couldn't move. Every motion to leap to flight had been stilled by his cemented fear as if his eyes beheld the garish Crucifixion enbodied in one horrific figure.]
A-aa-..aaa--aa-ah..!
Action!
Date: 2010-07-30 05:50 am (UTC)[A breathless moment, and the two, boy and beast, faced one another, one flesh and one borne from the Seeds of Christ. Whip-like tendrils, thick and thorn-ridden, covered roughly three-quarters of his head, leaving only a part of his blonde locks and visage to exposure, along with a single vigilant eye.
With a soft vibration the twining green vines flick out to gently grasp his wrist, the oddly fleshy tendrils having an unnatural sentience as they slid around the alabaster appendage.
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Action!
Date: 2010-07-30 06:29 am (UTC)[A shrill scream belted out from the choir-boy's throat and he tugged back like a tiny fish caught on a hook. Hot tears welled up in his terror-stricken eyes as he trembled in such a morbid fright he looked as if he might pale into faintness.]
L..let go! Let go! Let go please.. please.. please don't hu--hurt me! Let me go!!
Action!
Date: 2010-07-30 06:49 am (UTC). . .
[Traversing closer the Saintly Relic only firms the grip and sets a warm hand on his brow, the touch strangely soothing despite his appearance as he dragged his perfectly human fingers across that tender brow.]
Action!
Date: 2010-08-07 01:44 am (UTC)[Dread in it's darkest form gripped his tiny heart as that monstrous hold gripped upon him. He started to weep, wailing like a child lost in the wilderness and wolves baying for his blood. He pulled but there was no give... And so he groveled, breaking down into heartfelt sobs as those tears cascaded down his tender face.]
Lord.. Lord.. S-s-ssorry... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry please.. please... I swear to you I'll..
I-I'll never condemn you again.. I didn't want to! I DIDN'T WANT TO PLEASE..!!