You Wear A Crown But You're No King
09-30-2015, 12:58 AM
| Sin Hellstrom |
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The crowd would be ignored as he endeavored to slaughter and pry the crown from the Alphess. However, he was rather surprised that he'd managed to strike head on. The woman fell unconscious, Sin's head on chest collision evidently too strong as it seemed to drive her to the ground. His teeth snapped on air due to her passing out, an irritated growl left his maw as he stepped back, form falling over her own as he stared at her. That was it? She didn't even so much as...well, it didn't matter. He waited a few long moments, somewhat hoping she was playing a trick and had something up her metaphorical sleeve. He wanted her to fight, to prove she wasn't weak...but it wouldn't happen.
Tsking as he shook his head, he scanned the silent crowd. Amber gaze fell on the nervous wreck in particular, noting now that his scent and the Alphess of threar were similar. With tail curling over his back and his head held high, he said not a word as he gazed back at his fallen adversary. If he'd known that all it would take was that one motion...he would have given her first move, but his drive to dominate often didn't allow that. With a single "hmph" he turned his back to her and made his way out of the fields. No words would be given to the others. It was clear who the victor was...ladies and gentlemen, Threar's downfall and Hellstrom's rising...
-Exit Sin- |
