Post by † ARABELLA † on Mar 26, 2012 22:58:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 110px; height: 22px; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #907069; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #907069; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px;]  [/style][STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #D8D8D8; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #D8D8D8; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px;]  [/style][STYLE=float: left; background-color: #907069; width: 90px; height: 35px; margin-right: 10px; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; letter-spacing: -2px;] NOTES ! [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 100px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; margin-right: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 10px;] TAGS. Alex; open WORDS. #### LYRICS. this is war, 30 seconds to mars. NOTES. blah blah blah ! [/style] | [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #907069; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Deo duce, ferro comitante.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;]  [/style][STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #907069; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #907069; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Our Lord Jesus Christ, the only son of the Father, spent forty days forty nights in the desert, tempted by the Adversary. Arabella had been out three days, and already it was getting to her. She couldn't tell if she was hallucinating or having visions. She assumed the former, as something about the things she saw just didn't sit right with her. Pulling the white sheet she wore to protect herself from the sun tighter around her head, Arabella squinted her eyes even harder in the glare. Out in the distance, the ruins of what was once a town loomed like the corpse of some grotesque beast; skeleton still laying there, even after the flesh had fallen away. But there was still hours of travel between her and her destination. Having grown up under the hot Calabrese sun, one would think she would be better adjusted to the climate-- but the Mediterranean summer was nothing compared to the dry heat of an American desert. Quite honestly, she missed being able to see the ocean. There was Lake Michigan back in Chicago, but even that seemed nothing more than a cruel mockery of her sea. Even so, one would not be able to tell simply by looking at her, that Arabella was raised in Southern Italy. Nobody was sure what she was, but she was certainly very fair. Never tanned a day in her life-- but, she never burned either. It was her accent that tipped people off more than anything else. Almost a month ago, Arabella had been given a vision of a nest of demons somewhere in the Southwest. That was it-- knowledge of their existence, and fleeting glimpses of landmarks that would lead her there. Questioning was not in her nature-- if the Lord granted her this foresight, then there was a reason for it. And what other reason would the Almighty show her such a thing, if he did not wish for her to exterminate them? It was easy work-- no more than a few days to hunt them all down and send them back to the Pit. But the return trip took longer than she had anticipated-- some bad weather made it impossible for her to follow her original path back home. But if Arabella had nothing else, she had faith; she knew that if she continued in the right direction, the Good Shepard would lead her home. Unfortunately, her supplies were not inexhaustible. Three days prior she had run out of water. Drinking water, at least. There was still some holy water left, but to drink that would be blasphemy. Obviously she was being tested. Arabella was certainly not weak either. She could-- and would-- endure whatever trials the forces of heaven or hell set for her, though with the current state of civilization, they seemed to grow more numerous with each passing day. [/style] |
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