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We'll bring them pain IP: 71.252.173.85 Posted on July 23, 2014 at 01:32:25 AM by Andras
He was not far from the den that night. In fact, the brute was only a mere eye shot away. He was not one to sleep for extended and large amounts of time. There was certainly a curse of insomnia that seemed to plague him from time to time. Slumber was a thing odd, a thing of weakness and yet it was required when his body allowed. Tonight was one of those nights where he merely lingered in the shadows, close by to where his Lillith is within the confines of their root filled den.
There is much on his mind, just as there is always something on his mind. He may be a brute that is a bit of a slave to his emotions, but he is not completely brainless. His mind is always ticking, processing the world around him in a seemingly endless journey. He was one to question the purposes and reasons to life, to go forth as a Demon simply because it was what he was, and yet he was vastly different than what he is supposed to be. Titles and rumors do not always fit the real thing, and he was certainly not one to hold onto tradition and outward expectations for the hell of it. No, he did whatever he damn well pleased.
He stood at the foot of his throne. The scent of rotten flesh and bones tickled his nostrils. It was a smell most alluring, like a garden of flowers. It was a scent sweet to his nares, his brain wired to find a pleasure in the smell that would make other wretch. He always had an odd taste of smells, and often enjoyed the odors of his throne on the dead of night. Yet tonight wasn't going to be a night of nothing.
His eyes see the streak of white. It is Istas, this he knows. The child of Ruvindra and Paldor, seeking to find his place among the pack. He wonders if this boy will ever prove useful. Yet the way he moves, the way he approaches the den Lillith puts his bloodied hackles into the crisp fall air. He feels a shiver down his spine, a twitch of his lip as his sturdy pillars move towards the den, hearing the words of...panic come from the white wolf's lips.
Lillith is out of the den by the time he arrives. Her words odd, he knew her nose had caught something before his. He touches against her, shoulder to shoulder as he sniffs the white boy after her. His teeth unfold in disgust, his nose wrinkling in a growing fury. Lillith has already spoke, know if Istas was touched then retribution would be paid.
"What is it? What have you learned?" he demanded. He had previously told the boy how to advance to the position he desired, and it did involve a bit of...smelling like the enemy. He wondered if he came across something...interesting, or perhaps he had just had an unfortunate run in. His eyes remained focused upon Istas, commanding his reply.