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We'll bring them pain IP: 71.252.173.85 Posted on September 28, 2014 at 08:26:04 PM by Andras
There are times when the large brute of black and red sleeps in his lair. It is not often or for as long as many, insomnia tending to itch into his brain and cause him to go mad in such confines. Yet there are times when he does rest- all bodies require it, and the times in which he rests tends to vary. It was one of those time, his dark head resting upon the dirt of his home in Iromar.
He was sleeping quite well too, until he heard an irritating voice wiggle into his ears, grabbing his eye balls and ripping them open if he liked it or not. His face wrinkled in displeasure, canines flashing from his ripped muzzle as the grating voice becomes clear- Denali. What the hell does she want, and why does she dare wake him? Like a twisted viper he moves suddenly, his thick form becoming bristled as he sticks his head out of his den, sunset eyes wide, her further words preventing him from ripping her throat out in that very instance.
His snarl grew, his face turning mad as she spoke about some freelands wolf, why would he care at this very moment? His lips curled, and then the name of the wolf hit his ears like a gong. His face seemed to fade into nothing for a moment. His mind took a moment to process, nerves inside activating which seemed to remain dormant after Baphomet's death. He breathed heavily, his head suddenly snapping as he lunged forth towards Denali, not touching her, but coming damn close with his cracked lips.
"You BETTER not be toying with me, girl," he snaps, red hackles raised in a strange excitement and irritation. If he found anyone to be messing with him, he would not hesitate to tear them limb from limb. He moves past the girl, following her scent trail back to where it originated. This was something quite important to him, with each paw stepping towards what seemed to be his past. The ground was wet, the air was warm, and his eyes fell onto Aithne, and then onto the form of white, red, and black.
He paused as he initially saw him, his head pushing back a bit as if his eyes did not believe it. His teeth clench as his chest puffs out a bit. Baphomet was his brother, just as Samael was. His chest tightened as he stepped forward again, giving nod to Aithne, then to Samael. He let a long breath come in and out of his lungs, eyes closing for a moment before he comes in closer to him, reaching out his muzzle to Samael's.
He did not speak, it was a simple, almost uncontrollable gesture, to see if what he was seeing what his eyes was real to the touch, to inhale his scent and to clarify the realness of the moment. He needed to know this is not some sick dream of his own mind- he needed to know this was indeed Samael.