08-19-2011, 02:25 PM
Devil's blue eyes stared out the mask of hatred and arrogance, eyes that had seen terror and desperation grow in so many female's eyes, that had seen the light die from countless men, that had watched with dispassion as children were sold into slavery; the eyes of a monster stared out at the world, evil, power hungry and insane. Shurui held onto the thinnest of sane strands but not by any free will of his own. If he had his choice he would gladly let himself descend into madness or maybe the white brute had already fallen and simply did not recognise it, certainly he had no morals or conscience to speak of and the blood of hundreds stained his snow white paws.
By chance his travels and wanderings took him up north where it got slightly colder, he did not feel it nor the biting wind. He came upon a pack border scent and laughed, completely disregarding it. Not many he came across could out muscle him. His feet took him some way in through a forest, he was rather uninterested in his surroundings until he came across a most attention grabbing scent; a female. His face split into a terrifying grin and he changed course, now making a beeline straight towards her. He wrinkled his nose in slight distaste at her coloring, he usually preferred darker colored ones but any would do when he was feeling as randy as he was, Malignant was off somewhere where he had abandoned her again.
Circling around the female he stepped out in front of her path, effectively pinning her against a tree with the sheer mass of his body and his force of presence,
"Well hello there. What's a pretty thing like you doing out on your lonesome."
By chance his travels and wanderings took him up north where it got slightly colder, he did not feel it nor the biting wind. He came upon a pack border scent and laughed, completely disregarding it. Not many he came across could out muscle him. His feet took him some way in through a forest, he was rather uninterested in his surroundings until he came across a most attention grabbing scent; a female. His face split into a terrifying grin and he changed course, now making a beeline straight towards her. He wrinkled his nose in slight distaste at her coloring, he usually preferred darker colored ones but any would do when he was feeling as randy as he was, Malignant was off somewhere where he had abandoned her again.
Circling around the female he stepped out in front of her path, effectively pinning her against a tree with the sheer mass of his body and his force of presence,
"Well hello there. What's a pretty thing like you doing out on your lonesome."