Condemning Silver: Superiority Complex

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

Siol cursed herself in every way in her mind. The screams from outside the walls had been too much, now she lamented brokenly about the coming sound of her own. She had only wanted to find somewhere to clear her mind, somewhere to escape herself and the chaos of the war that clawed at her every sense.

 

Perhaps this was a fitting end. Now no one else would ever have to know about her.

Her lonely secret.

 

((Yeah, so I'm free to PK my high elf. Don't make it weird. :T))

[Sky 0]

Lyrell would later be in his makeshift office, going through citizenship papers (both old and new) when he would leap out of his chair in total shock! What caused such a thing? Did he leave his kettle on? Did he bite his tongue?

 

"There's a bug in my tent!"

[Praetor 1550]

Vellulaei never took the time to turn her vast intellect towards comprehending the drivel the lower races so often called literature. It would take even more than her well oiled-mind to decipher their atrocious grammar, decode their terrible spelling and pull something a proper high elf could understand out of it.

Of course, a proper high elf would then quickly cast away such rubbish. Why waste time reading the monologues of some semi-sentient being when you could be analysing a text on Purity.

Nevertheless, if she did waste but a few seconds to cast an eye on these chiffons, she would wonder why they would threaten the master race of Athera with the execution of an impure. After all, no self-respecting Mali'Aryan with a spec of pure blood would don a dress that revealed both the shoulders and a generous portion of ones chest.

[Heero 4092]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.