Post by WolfWorld on May 27, 2005 14:52:47 GMT -5
Dome held high, pistons carrying the brute swiftly throughout the Crick. Bones scattered across the domicile, white, prealy and stained with blood. The scents of those he loved where gone, gone to the Rugged Rock Hill. Eerie, blood curling, earsplitting howl seeped out of the demons mug, ivories sharper than normal revealed. He was new, improved, and Hell's Warrior. He served himself and only himself, he lived his own ways. Growl rummbeled at the back of his throat, orbs showing black, cold, and almost as if blood was driping somewhere withen his view, reflecting into his orbs. Flag held high, mixed hue body rose to its full height. Ashen fangs exposed over his kissers, ebon auds laced to his crania, like he was mad with the world, mad with everything.
He was the big shot around here, he called the shots. Disobey him and youd be down before you knew what hit you. Massive paw lifted and landed upon the domicile with a hard thud. Nose lifted to the air, scenting the breeze for those he knew and grew to enjoy. The one he claimed-her scent he couldn't pick up. Lullaby, wasn't it? Ah well, he was bored and felt empty. He hadn't brought any torment in for days, months, years? He'd get that done, and soon. First things first, got to claim his terrace. Marking the terrain, he walks to the middle. Time to improve this place and make it nasty and dark. Picking up pieces of bone, he threw them across the ground. Thats when it hit him. A howl of torchure soon to come seeped from his mug into the terrain
SnowFall's gone! Beware goods, beware! No one can save you now!
Torchure plans filled his crania, falling upon massive hue haunches, he growls menacingly. No one was here to protect them. Goods would cower before him, those he stood in his way, murdered. Those faes who tried to stop him, forcebreed or raped. Those brutes who tried to stop him, killed. He'd let brutes blead to death. SLit their throats and watch them die, laughing coldly. It was perfect. It would be better if her had another to share his torment with. His scent blowing in the winds, tugging to the others terrains. Hopefully, his friends would smell his scent in the breeze and come back. A pack-he wanted a pack to help deliver more pain, more faes to deliver some pups to carry on his lines and help with the torment. All perfect. He couldn't wait untill this would all take place.
SnowFall's gone! Beware goods, beware! No one can save you now!
Torchure plans filled his crania, falling upon massive hue haunches, he growls menacingly. No one was here to protect them. Goods would cower before him, those he stood in his way, murdered. Those faes who tried to stop him, forcebreed or raped. Those brutes who tried to stop him, killed. He'd let brutes blead to death. SLit their throats and watch them die, laughing coldly. It was perfect. It would be better if her had another to share his torment with. His scent blowing in the winds, tugging to the others terrains. Hopefully, his friends would smell his scent in the breeze and come back. A pack-he wanted a pack to help deliver more pain, more faes to deliver some pups to carry on his lines and help with the torment. All perfect. He couldn't wait untill this would all take place.
