01-25-2009, 04:28 PM
[html]just because i came to visit doesn't mean you have to hide.
i'll be waiting on the side of your house,
with an empty bodybag
and a loaded forty-five.
A snarl ripped through his jaws, filled with fire and smoke and sulphur. Eyes burned like twin, blood-hued embers as he sought to strike down the bat--image of the battle in his head far removed from the scene that lay in reality. Madness drove through his blood like a poison, reaching every inch of his body and ailing it like some sort of deadly sickness. He was the monster that had crawled from the depths of Hell, molten fire dripping from his lips with every breath. But the Angel had chosen him, holding him above his unholy origins and branding him as something better. Something beautiful. He had been chosen not only by Hell, but by Heaven itself. The Morning Star, the holy Seraph who resided in the Seventh ring of Heaven at God's right hand, bearing all of his Light and beauty had come to him and only him.
This little monster was nothing to him. He would tear him apart and drink his blood like the worthless creature he was. In one lunge talons grasped the back of his neck, closing in the thick fur of his ruff. The coyote twisted his head around so fast it was nothing but a blur, snapping his jaws toward the monster. Aiming for the hand that grasped him, trying to tear into the flesh of the forearm and wrist, his claws rose to slash at anything else he could reach, while writhing and twisting about the whole time, willing to tear his own skin off if it came to it.[/html]
i'll be waiting on the side of your house,
with an empty bodybag
and a loaded forty-five.
A snarl ripped through his jaws, filled with fire and smoke and sulphur. Eyes burned like twin, blood-hued embers as he sought to strike down the bat--image of the battle in his head far removed from the scene that lay in reality. Madness drove through his blood like a poison, reaching every inch of his body and ailing it like some sort of deadly sickness. He was the monster that had crawled from the depths of Hell, molten fire dripping from his lips with every breath. But the Angel had chosen him, holding him above his unholy origins and branding him as something better. Something beautiful. He had been chosen not only by Hell, but by Heaven itself. The Morning Star, the holy Seraph who resided in the Seventh ring of Heaven at God's right hand, bearing all of his Light and beauty had come to him and only him.
This little monster was nothing to him. He would tear him apart and drink his blood like the worthless creature he was. In one lunge talons grasped the back of his neck, closing in the thick fur of his ruff. The coyote twisted his head around so fast it was nothing but a blur, snapping his jaws toward the monster. Aiming for the hand that grasped him, trying to tear into the flesh of the forearm and wrist, his claws rose to slash at anything else he could reach, while writhing and twisting about the whole time, willing to tear his own skin off if it came to it.[/html]