05-23-2019, 07:43 PM
[align=center][align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: times new roman; color: black;"]He wasn't dead.
Glowering red eyes, set and glowering through the bone mask flickered dully. He wasn't dead, his shiny black ass wasn't dead. The monster of a wolf rolled to his stomach, groaning. He licked his fangs, growling as he pushed himself to his paws, shaking sand from his pelt. Rotten bitch, Deldrach was. She had tried to kill him- but something in her stopped her. Primus figured that he would be better off dead, honestly. For both himself and Deldrach. A delightful look crossed his cold, bone masked face as he stretched. Blood dripped down his fur as he started walking.
The desert burned his paws, his striking red talons digging into the dirt. The bone mask on his head was snug, but only proved to make the trip more grueling. Somehow, in some backwards fashion, he seemed almost joyous that it burned him, that it made him hot and dehydrated. The bloodstained killer was left for dead- and despite the Warmonger Queen's best hopes, he was still alive. His eyes glowered, the dull flickering gone, replaced with bright, creeping eyes.
He had made it to the jungle.
His gaze swept over it, tail low behind him, the pointed bone tail tip glimmering dully in the sun. He wondered if anyone was at home, or if he was going to be left, disappointed, yet again. It was truly a shame that Deldrach had just left him instead of ramming that damned sword through his heart. Primus growled softly again, but not.. in hate, or anger- but in lust.
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Glowering red eyes, set and glowering through the bone mask flickered dully. He wasn't dead, his shiny black ass wasn't dead. The monster of a wolf rolled to his stomach, groaning. He licked his fangs, growling as he pushed himself to his paws, shaking sand from his pelt. Rotten bitch, Deldrach was. She had tried to kill him- but something in her stopped her. Primus figured that he would be better off dead, honestly. For both himself and Deldrach. A delightful look crossed his cold, bone masked face as he stretched. Blood dripped down his fur as he started walking.
The desert burned his paws, his striking red talons digging into the dirt. The bone mask on his head was snug, but only proved to make the trip more grueling. Somehow, in some backwards fashion, he seemed almost joyous that it burned him, that it made him hot and dehydrated. The bloodstained killer was left for dead- and despite the Warmonger Queen's best hopes, he was still alive. His eyes glowered, the dull flickering gone, replaced with bright, creeping eyes.
He had made it to the jungle.
His gaze swept over it, tail low behind him, the pointed bone tail tip glimmering dully in the sun. He wondered if anyone was at home, or if he was going to be left, disappointed, yet again. It was truly a shame that Deldrach had just left him instead of ramming that damned sword through his heart. Primus growled softly again, but not.. in hate, or anger- but in lust.
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LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO