01-05-2008, 07:47 PM
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There would never be reason to Andre's burning stone heart; it was simply the way things were. He had been exposed to premature death, having killed a hare with the assistance of Ryoujoku at a very young age, and the teachings that would cause his hatred. He had been exposed to his own mind, which was vastly complicated and led to the simple and yet unreasonable belief that he was the top dog. The others were simply in his way. Arrogance was not in any small amount within him, but coursing through his veins in a quantity that would kill him instantly if it were even moderate venom.
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There would never be reason to Andre's burning stone heart; it was simply the way things were. He had been exposed to premature death, having killed a hare with the assistance of Ryoujoku at a very young age, and the teachings that would cause his hatred. He had been exposed to his own mind, which was vastly complicated and led to the simple and yet unreasonable belief that he was the top dog. The others were simply in his way. Arrogance was not in any small amount within him, but coursing through his veins in a quantity that would kill him instantly if it were even moderate venom.
But most of all, he just wanted to hurt them. Their pain and the smell of their blood drove him mad with lust and sadistic pleasure.
They hit; Arkham's jaws struck his forearm and, with a grunt, the slightly older brother, snarling and shoving back against the grip of the younger, snapped his jaws for a chance at the side of the boy's tucked head.