Self Destruct Personality

Padding back towards the heart of the continent, corded muscle rippled beneath silken blood stained fur. Claws were sharp, fangs were ready, and his soul begged for release today. He left Enigma in charge of watching over Arietta and their brood to make sure nothing ill-fated happened while he went out to further sharpen his skills. The battlefield was the go-to place for every fighter, you never knew who would come to answer your blood lusting cry. His footfalls were silent, body tall and head high and at the ready as his banner swept about at his hocks, tendrils just barely above ground level. He remained alert for any sign of potential ambush, venomous gaze scanning the terra for a a good starting place. Though the battlefield remained much the same in its layout, there were always a few new things to be found. A femur here, a skull there, and often entire wolf carcasses being picked clean by vultures.

At last, as the sun rose steadily in the sky and remained sitting just above him, the demon would stop. His shadow stretched across the ground as his lips lifted in a half snarl, ears semi-flattened to his head and his gaze narrowed over the lands. The distant snarling and crying of others breached his senses, telling him that some reigned victorious while others met their demise. This place as full of blood-lust and haunted by ghosts, the undead spirits of those who had fallen well before their time, and of kings and queens whose reigns had come to an end. With one final look around him, his maw would rise to the heavens as a howl full of want, full of power, and full of all of his intentions filled the air.

Sin VS ???

Round 0/3

"normal.
talk.
think.
you"