Tigers on a Gold Leash
09-28-2013, 10:39 PM
the demon would rise on the borders of the mangrove, quickly carrying himself back and forth along the borders, tail swaying in boredom and divine intrigue. he wanted to meet the leader of the lands and find out what it was about about the boy that made the place so talked about. one would have noticed the surreal beauty of the land and the way it was so pleasurably encompassed, but non, not he, he ignored such things and only saw what was so plainly drawn out. water. land. the typical creation of dirt and earth. ragged and monotonous. he was such a charmer, no? Slavering jaws lead him in another tight circle to trace the borders he had found. the numbers here were...decent. they made him curious and made him want to know more and more and more.
his arrival would not go unnoticed forever, and though he had no reason to call anyone, he would continue to make his observations. would the mangrove be the home he pushed for? would it be his place to thrive? he had intentions to rule but he wanted to be certain the place he chose was not lacking a big deal to overthrow. he wanted to take a place where anarchy would arise, where chaos would become the dominant race. he wasn't coming for pleasure, he was coming for the money. he wanted to trash it all.
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