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Posted on January 3, 2016 at 08:58:20 PM by R U N I K
Runik had seen the scenery, delighted in the sunsets. He knew of the wonders of the world and questioned its ability and procedure. He had been bewildered by life-force and the difference between living and existing. The Hellbreed was but a figment of a soul and bewildered about his own presence.
However, he had racked his mind of this – of these questions that have no definite answer in a material world. Living, experiencing things firsthand was the only proof and therefore he lived the moment and collected cogs and pieces that make his own mind run with a wicked exactitude.
And because of this, his entertainment – what fed his hungry mind and darkened soul was the interaction, the reaction of others – the chaos of life and the excitement that rises (no matter it's source) in the wake of such a disaster-piece with fastidious tastes and a twisted mindset.
The lunatic weaves through the scattered woodlands with precision, a predatory silence carrying him further into the heart of the night. He was hungry for both a snack and some excitement, of course. Eyes of blood red look for any sign of life, his scarred nose yearning for just as much evidence.
It is not long before the wind so graciously speaks of such tales and he grins. Lowering his head below large, gaunt shoulders, the ugly beast continues toward it's source. Breeching a knoll he pauses to look upon the collision. He immediately sits upon lean haunches, digging his claws into the soft earth.
He chuckles at the show, drawing his tail around his forelegs.
”Clumsy.”
He tips his head as he peers down at the female.
”But cute.” His smile becomes devious as he chuckles softly a moment more.
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