|Cursed to suffer|


































Wars


Wars leave nothing but horror and scars
Some that will never be cured
No matter how much you wait
There will always be pain

Haunting phantoms
And lost souls
Linger in the shadows of the past
A battle that marked the land
And the hearts of others

Fear of death in the eyes of little ones
But with hope in their hearts
They pray for no more torture
No more despair...
No more war...

-Ethgrii







































you are listening to: The birth of catastrophe, by With Broken Wings













The Birth of Catastrophe- With Broken Wings



I've begun my misery
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
(what this world holds back...)

I've begun my misery
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
as I slowly begin to walk towards it

and while walking towards it
I trip and fall
I sit awake to prevent from falling
and while lying awake I see a door being shut
I begin to suffocate as I gasp for breath

I've begun my misery
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
as I slowly begin to walk towards it

and as I look over my lifeless body
I think to myself
is this how it ends?
a life composed of misery, a life that trapped me
(the life that killed me)

(I've begun my misery
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
as I slowly begin to walk towards it)

I've begun my misery
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
(what this world holds back...)

I've begun my misery
(what this world holds back...)
I celebrate my death annually
(what this world holds back...)
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
(what this world holds back...)
as I slowly begin to walk towards it
(what this world holds back...)























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|Intro|
You walk through a misty Canyon, a breeze picks up, making the orange dust swirl around you. The echoes of voices fill your auds as you drown in fear, thinking you were lost. Soon you see what seems like a cemetary, only two graves had a dried flower beside them, you stare at one "R.I.P Ethgrii December 16, 1745-January 24, 1798" you look at the grave beside it, but the writting has eroded off and you can only read "- January 24, 1798" you look at all the other graves, all of them ended with "- January 24, 1798" as you turn around you freeze when you see a white stallion, a semi-transparent stallion, sitting infront of the grave you read before. Panic floods inside you and you try to run, yet for some reason, something inside you tells you that nothing is truly wrong, that its all ok, you are safe from danger. The stallion looked at the graves and then he looks at you and disappeared in a sudden...you, stand there, wondering what happened to this land, and why so many equines could have died on the same day...and why... did you only see the phantom of just one...


|Story|
R.I.P. Ethgrii
December 16, 1745 - January 24, 1798

coming soon!




|Stats|



Name: Ethgrii
Nickname: Ethgri
Gender: Stallion
Species: Uni
Breed: Ghost war horse crossed with hannoverian and Mortequus
Age: Immortal
Family: only my Grandfather is still "alive"
Crush: ...
Love: ...
Foals: ...
Description: White coat, red snake-like eyes with black mascara around them, dark grey mane, black muzzle and stockings, long ears with black tips, long whip-like tail with a black tip, has a red war cloak with a black strap around his chest attached with a skull adorn.


|Love|
*looks away* I-I used to be in love once, with a beautiful black mare. She healed the fallen warriors of the battle until they killed her aswell, I saw it happen... a few seconds later they killed me...


|Friends|

Scar... I think I lost my only friend. She's gone. I waited weeks and weeks for her return but...she never came back *looks away* I guess its true that nothing good can last forever...


|Likes//Dislikes|
-Likes-
· Death
· Death
· Hate
· slaughter

-Dislikes-
· God
· his life
· to be alone
· to be immortal


|Warriors|

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|FaN aRt|
none :(


|AdOpTaBlEs|

none yet!




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|Credit|
all coding, story, art and background of this page is (C) to me! the lyrics above ('Wars') are (C) to me and Ethgrii ONLY! music was hosted by me so no stickeh pawz!!!!!!

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soon!





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