01-22-2011, 01:40 PM
OOC- Better make this an M thread. NECRO-J'ADORE IS BAD!
J'adore legged it through the forest. Though it was night, his fur was already coated with red. He came across another wolf running and afraid. He jumped at it in Secui form, tearing it's throat out, not caring about the mess. He used his claws, large and thick, to open the white wolfs chest open. Pulling his heart out easily, he continued to run, meeting up with a ink potted female, he spat out the heart. 'Lost something?' He taunted, his eyes no longer white pools, but black, darker than deepest pit. The mane of his Secui form dripped with blood, seriously there was a pool! His eyes rolled back in exhaustion, he had not stopped running for hours, and he dropped to the floor, landing on his side, little more than ignoring the talking ink pot in front of him. He started to hum, the Marcha Real, idly. He rolled onto his back laughing like an insane. ’You know what’s funny? That people make promises and the forget them!’ he gasped for breathe, still laughing. He didn’t know why he found it so funny... Maybe it was the drugs and alcohol, but he was always like this it was hard to tell.
J'adore legged it through the forest. Though it was night, his fur was already coated with red. He came across another wolf running and afraid. He jumped at it in Secui form, tearing it's throat out, not caring about the mess. He used his claws, large and thick, to open the white wolfs chest open. Pulling his heart out easily, he continued to run, meeting up with a ink potted female, he spat out the heart. 'Lost something?' He taunted, his eyes no longer white pools, but black, darker than deepest pit. The mane of his Secui form dripped with blood, seriously there was a pool! His eyes rolled back in exhaustion, he had not stopped running for hours, and he dropped to the floor, landing on his side, little more than ignoring the talking ink pot in front of him. He started to hum, the Marcha Real, idly. He rolled onto his back laughing like an insane. ’You know what’s funny? That people make promises and the forget them!’ he gasped for breathe, still laughing. He didn’t know why he found it so funny... Maybe it was the drugs and alcohol, but he was always like this it was hard to tell.