| Aliz' Wings | |||||||||||||||||
| A Hot and Destitute Land |
A ways down the road you come to a haven of hell. The winged woman people call Alizonderona stands before you. She spreads her wings and a heat of unbearable measures, burts towards you as you fall to your knees. She smiles, eerily, and speaks. | ||||||||||||||||
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"As I drift here in my suppressed anger, I long for the salvation of my soul. For, as my heart withers and turns to ice, I lose grip on my sense of being." Her voice echoes off the cliffs. The landscape shades to a dark blue before your watering eyes. A mix of hot and cold, never warm, enshrouds your prone form. | Fearfully tread on the beaten path of woe! | ||||||||||||||||
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| Be wary where Aliz is concerned! |
A woman scorned is a fierce thing, indeed! She raises up on tiptoes, as her fiery wings beat the strange air. Up, she floats as you hear her say, "My wings are of fire, but my heart of ice! Beware, your soul, you may lose!" And, as you watch the beautiful form of Aliz lift away, you realize something is now missing in your life. | ||||||||||||||||
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