05-05-2008, 10:22 AM
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For anyone. Realizing that Molo is the ‘trainer’ gave me an idea to maybe have him train someone in something?
lulzyoMolochai was deep in sleep, tormented by fire and demons that he had no urge to slay. Memories of killing wolves for his mother’s sake ran through his head during every waking moment, watching them bleed out on the grass as he cackled and left them for the crows. A foot twitched as he ran from one as a pup, a whimper at the memory of the fight with one of Storm’s wolves. A growl at the memory of his mother saying they had to leave. So many memories. He snapped awake, golden eyes wide and searching around the now familiar den. Exhaling he laid back down, shifted form slowly coming into focus as he gently moved his half-asleep limbs. He strongly believed that no Lykoi slept peacefully, nightmares and horrors ran in their blood just another part of their genetics. Madness after all is dominant.
lulzyoStanding up and stretching, still tired and a little dizzy he walked out of the den down the path and into the clearing a few yards away. Sitting on a rock he let his head sit in his hands, muzzle pointing towards the ground as he attempted to compose himself. He needed purpose now that he wasn’t with his mother any longer. Perhaps that was why he was the Imperium? All his life he had trained pups, how to fight wolves, why to hate them. He had done all the brain-washing necessary for a Lykoi to grow up demented. Raising his head and glancing around he sighed and settled on the rock, hybrid body tense and acutely aware of the natural movements of Nature around him. God he needed a drink.
lulzyoStanding up and stretching, still tired and a little dizzy he walked out of the den down the path and into the clearing a few yards away. Sitting on a rock he let his head sit in his hands, muzzle pointing towards the ground as he attempted to compose himself. He needed purpose now that he wasn’t with his mother any longer. Perhaps that was why he was the Imperium? All his life he had trained pups, how to fight wolves, why to hate them. He had done all the brain-washing necessary for a Lykoi to grow up demented. Raising his head and glancing around he sighed and settled on the rock, hybrid body tense and acutely aware of the natural movements of Nature around him. God he needed a drink.