all that's left

N/A · 06-16-2013, 08:44 AM

Winter air wasn?t as harsh here; the winds were slightly warmer, though snow had graced some of the lands already. In the throw of winter, the alabaster brute had found himself journeying away from previously explored lands- moving south; to see what else Alacritis had to offer. He moved at a lazy pace, his muscles moving seamlessly beneath his sleek coat, head carried high, he had almost a swagger to his walk. Tail carried high, he was seemingly sure of himself-prideful. Amber and teal eyes, surveyed the land before him, a glare hardening the gaze as he willed-dared anyone to come forward. Dared someone to interrupt his pace, dared them to give him a reason to rip them apart.

His mind wandered, perhaps the only fleeting thing about him. Underneath the sunny sky, he was worlds away in a land where he rarely journeyed. At one time, he hadn?t been a monster, rather a playful youth whose world revolved around one soul in particular, Amaranth. The name still brought chills to his body. His life was perfect, everyday a bliss because he was beside one that he loved. Yet, as he had learned, no love story could ever exist rather his life had been torn apart by mercenaries, who came and attacked his home killing everyone. Scars still laced his form, from the injuries he had been dealt by the heartless bastards, and he clearly recalled them dragging Amaranth away with them. For days he laid, after dragging himself to the shelter of a thick briar tree. His heart hardened that day, eyes would cloud with fury. All that was left, was revenge.

Revenge had brought him here to Alacritis, following a lead on the mercenaries, and he had ran into a soul he had always assumed he never would again meet. Amaranth. Their first meeting had be precarious, to say the least, and it left him questioning everything he thought he knew about what happened that night, and he questioned everything he thought he knew about what happened since then. Revenge, still drove him. Revenge was in his blood. Revenge was all that he had left to hold on too.

Creedance Voltaire, a heart hardened by revenge, now sought to cause misery everywhere his paws landed, to spread his misery. Creedance moved through the southern lands, his paws landing on the black shores of a beach, the ebony granules contrasting the alabaster fur of his paws. Resting back, on his haunches, he looked around, taking a deep breath of the salty air. He let his mind continue to wander, as he watched the land around him disinterestedly. A breeze picked up, carrying wet salty air into his coat, and with it carrying the smell of another. Head lazily looked around, nostrils flaring at the new scent, ears pricked forward he barked a simple command.

?Show yourself.?

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