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Posted on April 16, 2014 at 11:08:52 PM by HOLLOW.
sacrifice the pure & rape the righteous
we only want to corrupt; we only want to destroy
Oh, he was gorgeous, was he not? His off-white form bathed in auburn that brandished his sacred lineage so effortlessly - those deadened, obsidian eyes that could break through the very walls you have placed around your fragile little soul. He was an incubi in mortal form and he was taking no prisoners.
He was a devil of its own kind, his power evident in each stride that he took upon this wretched earth, there was no weakness found in his body as his lineage would not allow such a thing to exist. He is the apex of apex predators and is fully aware of the fact; the markings on his pelage betray these things.
But he does not walk this earth to dominate and destroy all that inhabit it, he is a rather solitary creature; and though he once had great visions in his mind, they were all laid to waste when the imminent failure of his blood in the forest had caught up to them. This failure does not rule his future nor his present being, though, and he still stalks amongst the poor souls that are given to be in his presence as if he were of godly descent. The fall of one ruling in a world so far away from here has little to do with the success that he will find within Moladion; this he knows for certain.
And so he is witnessed making his path along the line of the river, its mass flowing gently between the banks that it is settled with as the summer sun is cast glaringly down upon him on this day. He is hot and does not desire any company, just as he does not on any other day, and is only seeking comfort from the cooling water of the river that he directs himself toward now. The thick muscle in his limbs flex and retract with each movement, betraying his strength to whomever may be attentive enough to watch him so closely. His paws reach the shoreline and slowly, he eases into the current, his toes digging into the silt that resides at the bottom. It is refreshing to cool himself on this humid day and for this moment, he is given some time to completely relax as he stands steadfastly against the flow of the water.
He was a devil of its own kind, his power evident in each stride that he took upon this wretched earth, there was no weakness found in his body as his lineage would not allow such a thing to exist. He is the apex of apex predators and is fully aware of the fact; the markings on his pelage betray these things.
But he does not walk this earth to dominate and destroy all that inhabit it, he is a rather solitary creature; and though he once had great visions in his mind, they were all laid to waste when the imminent failure of his blood in the forest had caught up to them. This failure does not rule his future nor his present being, though, and he still stalks amongst the poor souls that are given to be in his presence as if he were of godly descent. The fall of one ruling in a world so far away from here has little to do with the success that he will find within Moladion; this he knows for certain.
And so he is witnessed making his path along the line of the river, its mass flowing gently between the banks that it is settled with as the summer sun is cast glaringly down upon him on this day. He is hot and does not desire any company, just as he does not on any other day, and is only seeking comfort from the cooling water of the river that he directs himself toward now. The thick muscle in his limbs flex and retract with each movement, betraying his strength to whomever may be attentive enough to watch him so closely. His paws reach the shoreline and slowly, he eases into the current, his toes digging into the silt that resides at the bottom. It is refreshing to cool himself on this humid day and for this moment, he is given some time to completely relax as he stands steadfastly against the flow of the water.
TEN YEARS || NO FURY || NO SIREN || FREE OF CHAINS || SATANICAN BEAST
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