01-01-2010, 06:37 PM
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table by sie!
| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/sam2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:322px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> <33! 412 Appearance-wise he may have looked uncannily like Astaroth. His eyes were a shade of blood-red stolen directly from his sire, and in the cooler months shadow devoured the gold of his coat, turning him a deeper, darker shade almost entirely black. Even so, he would never betray Kaena as his father had done, despite all of his sin and wickedness. He was a strangely loyal creature, despising much of the world and wishing to destroy it in hellfire and violence, but to those that did wind their way into his heart like deadly poison he remained loyal. There was rarely a soul he honestly cared for, but the Lykoi blood was a part of Kaena, and thus he extended some form of affection toward those worthy within the line. Beauty and madness lie within, and he embraced such, finding only those whom had emerged from Kaena to be the only ones he could grant mercy and forgiveness. All else shall perish without remorse. Arrogance lingered, but it had become subdued over the years as he’d fallen into a perpetual state of decay, lost within his own twisted darkness. Drowning, he sought to emerge once again, yet as Sisyphus perpetually damned to push his boulder up the side of the mountain again and again in hell, his task yet remained eternal and unyielding. Clawed, gnarled hands tugged him downwards, dragging him back into the cold, black pit that stank of death and nothingness. He would gladly kill for Kaena. He would gladly kill simply to kill, seeking to destroy the world by his own hand, but to kill for Kaena he would immediately comply like a violent dog on a leash. She held his lead in her hand and he would roll over to expose his belly to her alone. Fangs bared and body pressed close to her knees, the beast would snarl and snap at any that approached her in a manner he disproved of. He had been reduced to a whore and a pet, chained down and writhing in his own filth and despair while any and all stroked his head and mocked him. “Of course,” he whispered, answer blatantly obvious even if he hadn’t spoken aloud. He was her beast on a chain, ready to be commanded and used at will. Unrest lingered with her distraught emotions, but he held them at bay, leaving her to tell him what had happened on her own terms alone, if ever. |