--
Burdens lifted when a cry sounded in the silence that should already have been shattered by death and rotting bodies infested with flies and maggots. The dark creatures were crawling around on the forest floor and seeking precious death. They made way for him, opening up a path for the King of Death. Oh, perspective was a strange thing and his own was twisted and beyond reason. He could feel his heart beating steadily against his chest, so full of blood and ashes and that devious black material that run thick through his veins filling him with the sickness that moved so swiftly lately. He could it on his tongue.
The scarred creature of those oddly warm earthen colours halted when he saw the black and blonde male and his hoofed companion. Blue embers glowed dully and studied the large animal that should serve as food and nothing more. His fangs were safely hidden behind dark lips. Haku was normally a monster by the borders, but only to the lesser beings – the filth of the world. Larkspur was something more, came from a world that recognized both good and evil, though punished evil by using evil.
”Larkspur,” the man crooned lowly, stretching his large and well maintained muscles lazily and felt the healing bullet holes meekly protest against the movement.
<style>
.haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; }
.haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;}
.haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;}
.haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style>
[/html]