04-29-2012, 01:58 PM
The land underpaw was firm, though it smelled of the rich scent of blood. These lands were soaked in moons upon moons of bloodshed and violence, the raw energy of what they were, what these foolish packs had tried to keep at bay with silly laws and binding. He knew sooner or later they would come to him, they always did. He knew the type, the thrill seekers, the rogues, the mad and the criminals.. They all craved a society but none were worthy of the world that held them like prisoners now. They would know the beast that roamed the lands using his hull of a body as a home and they would seek him out.. their needs were to great not to.
He would built them a palace of blood and violence. He would give them a higher purpose where the rules were not as they seemed.. and he would keep the shallow sorry excuses that were the pacifists at bay while the blood flowed like wine once more. He was a mad man, but madness was a curse and a blessing just the same. The beast had lived long enough to finally embrace the cold calculating creature that loomed behind his own stormy orbs.. If they hadn't been one and the same he would have taken them as a lover.
DaVinci crouched low to the ground, his scarred hands running through the rich soil of the lands as he smiled. The smile didn't quite reach his eyes, they never did anymore for there was a darkness behind those bright blue orbs that challenged all sanity and thrived on the chaos of the realms. She had been here, his sister soul, to claim these strange ruins as her own. He wondered what plans the bitch had once before she had disappeared again.. but her lose was his gain for the king now had a throne to rest his weary paws upon.. and rest he would... for now.
He would built them a palace of blood and violence. He would give them a higher purpose where the rules were not as they seemed.. and he would keep the shallow sorry excuses that were the pacifists at bay while the blood flowed like wine once more. He was a mad man, but madness was a curse and a blessing just the same. The beast had lived long enough to finally embrace the cold calculating creature that loomed behind his own stormy orbs.. If they hadn't been one and the same he would have taken them as a lover.
DaVinci crouched low to the ground, his scarred hands running through the rich soil of the lands as he smiled. The smile didn't quite reach his eyes, they never did anymore for there was a darkness behind those bright blue orbs that challenged all sanity and thrived on the chaos of the realms. She had been here, his sister soul, to claim these strange ruins as her own. He wondered what plans the bitch had once before she had disappeared again.. but her lose was his gain for the king now had a throne to rest his weary paws upon.. and rest he would... for now.