06-28-2009, 06:00 PM
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mall-caps;">be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth
The remains of the past meant little to him. The history was significant, of course; the chain of events leading up to how things were now, the destruction of a race. But he did not care for it or have much in the lines of respect for it; the crumbling structures and rusted machinery were not worth a second glance. If the slight remnant of a crippled wall were to get in his way he would break through or stomp over it. On occasion, were he feeling particularly unpleasant, he might even go out of his way to cause more disruption, intentionally breaking what little glass might be left in tact, knocking and breaking worn objects. There was no point in such actions, and he was aware of this; he just did so purely for the hell of it. To cause some sort of disruption when other sources were unavailable. For, destruction was something that Merit enjoyed; as he grew, he began to crave cataclysm.
The male weaved through the trees away from the world's past, into the forest areas. The sun glared as his back, warming the dark fur along his shoulders, causing him to give them an unconscious roll. Dusk was but a few hours away; he was anticipating the moon. The sun was useful and all, but Merit personally preferred the night. So much more could be done at that point, so much could go unnoticed. He had no plans for what he would do, if anything, but even travelling was much more satisfying under the cover of darkness.
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The remains of the past meant little to him. The history was significant, of course; the chain of events leading up to how things were now, the destruction of a race. But he did not care for it or have much in the lines of respect for it; the crumbling structures and rusted machinery were not worth a second glance. If the slight remnant of a crippled wall were to get in his way he would break through or stomp over it. On occasion, were he feeling particularly unpleasant, he might even go out of his way to cause more disruption, intentionally breaking what little glass might be left in tact, knocking and breaking worn objects. There was no point in such actions, and he was aware of this; he just did so purely for the hell of it. To cause some sort of disruption when other sources were unavailable. For, destruction was something that Merit enjoyed; as he grew, he began to crave cataclysm.
The male weaved through the trees away from the world's past, into the forest areas. The sun glared as his back, warming the dark fur along his shoulders, causing him to give them an unconscious roll. Dusk was but a few hours away; he was anticipating the moon. The sun was useful and all, but Merit personally preferred the night. So much more could be done at that point, so much could go unnoticed. He had no plans for what he would do, if anything, but even travelling was much more satisfying under the cover of darkness.