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The condemned held a firm grip over the land because simply put the leader is indisposed, even then the chimera had a weak hold of the lands. The few that tred it's lands were that of free spirits. Who walked the earth and fled it on wings: shown or otherwise. It was a barren land, the mountaintops, and currently the old ardent sat and called himself king. Who was the Kitsune to deny him? Sakasu didn't care, the thought of any control, any cages put to them left without even meager amusement. The thought was not troubling, it was simply not something to even think about. Such thoughts were, ah, unplesant.
No Sakasu busies himself in watching the border for news now, he learned not to sleep unaware amungst the tree's even as his painted fur flickers like sunlight through the sparse tree's, at the base of their home- the stench of blood, fresh turned earth and sulfur is still present. A reek that the Kitsune would rather drown. He walks free, no matter what the army within their midst would like to say, and he goes as he pleases, to the sight of the stranger, cold eyes simply blink down towards them.
What a time to welcome a stranger. "What danger do you court, to come across subjugated land?" Soft timbre voice devoid of any true feeling besotted thought in the perplexity. A void where once the creature of pleasure in battle would croon lasciviously, taunting and jeering with hitched golden eyes. Interesting, where the note would once drawl out the tingle of fire testing such limits: morality strung out and put aside for the thrill of something new something exciteing- the unseen leash along the kitsune's throat halts him. An awareness, a sudden realization that makes him grit his teeth beyond the neutral expression.
BLOOD AND BONE !
the soft uncurling of sunlight, cotton candy smiles bleeding red, dripping blood. all grainy images that you never want to reveal to yourself: reflection. Sakasu is the catastrophe hidden in the stillness, the mourning of a single-note song and the death of all the purity. Battle lust wrapped in a guise of sweet allure
The condemned held a firm grip over the land because simply put the leader is indisposed, even then the chimera had a weak hold of the lands. The few that tred it's lands were that of free spirits. Who walked the earth and fled it on wings: shown or otherwise. It was a barren land, the mountaintops, and currently the old ardent sat and called himself king. Who was the Kitsune to deny him? Sakasu didn't care, the thought of any control, any cages put to them left without even meager amusement. The thought was not troubling, it was simply not something to even think about. Such thoughts were, ah, unplesant.
No Sakasu busies himself in watching the border for news now, he learned not to sleep unaware amungst the tree's even as his painted fur flickers like sunlight through the sparse tree's, at the base of their home- the stench of blood, fresh turned earth and sulfur is still present. A reek that the Kitsune would rather drown. He walks free, no matter what the army within their midst would like to say, and he goes as he pleases, to the sight of the stranger, cold eyes simply blink down towards them.
What a time to welcome a stranger. "What danger do you court, to come across subjugated land?" Soft timbre voice devoid of any true feeling besotted thought in the perplexity. A void where once the creature of pleasure in battle would croon lasciviously, taunting and jeering with hitched golden eyes. Interesting, where the note would once drawl out the tingle of fire testing such limits: morality strung out and put aside for the thrill of something new something exciteing- the unseen leash along the kitsune's throat halts him. An awareness, a sudden realization that makes him grit his teeth beyond the neutral expression.
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