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Posted on April 9, 2014 at 06:41:18 AM by RYKER
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/\ Ryker /\ Demon /\ Whispers say: Ryker Nights pass...: Adult All hail: The forgotten king Only a shadow of...: My black fur is broken in its fluidity by multiple ragged scars that leave streaks of dirty brown fur to grow back pitifully. It is my cloak, hiding me from your fearful eyes in the dead of night. Should you run to a glimmer of light - coward - you may catch the glint of my eyes which drink in your terror. Yes, I know they are a cold, dirty yellow - don't expect any purity from me. I've grown massive, fed on the hate that was my only company for so long. Tall enough to catch you if you run, but staying to fight would be unwise too... its just unfortunate for you that my years have hardened me so. In day its easy to see that I walk with a broken stride, right shoulder lurching awkwardly. It doesn't cause me discomfort or trouble any more but only makes my gait eerie... unearthly. And don't get hopeful, that sheared ear still works just fine. Under eyes it festers...: I don't feel your fear, your pain, or despair or your anguish. I feel only hate and an innate condition for revenge. I'm looking for someone, but if you should prove to be a nuisance I can always use some release... from this monotonous waiting. I know I don't have to look... one day they will come to me. They have. More then once see, I feel them in the stupidity of others, in the pride of others... you don't want to trigger my hate, its deep and dark and the food I live off of. Now lost amongst the roots of ancient trees...: I never knew what you did. My mother was a rancid smelling poison that pooled from the sickly run off of the woods; my siblings were the vultures that poked and prodded and my helpless childhood; but I wanted to live, there was a desire within my unnourished soul, one that pulled me through hell and back. They don't know I survived, they would crumble with terror if they did, for it is inevitable that I should remember the gatekeepers to my hell. |
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- Accepted! - By DarQ April 12, 2014 at 01:23:39 AM
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