TRASHED AND SCATTERED [M]

Revenge, had drove him here. Taking vengeance on those who had destroyed his life. Revenge on those who had taken his love and nearly killed him, in their mindless and merciless attack. He was no stranger to the power of revenge. The same force that had drove him, had changed him. It had turned him into a mindless monster, willing those around him to feel the pain that he had once felt, to be hard instead of soft. To understand that sometimes, all that?s left is revenge.

Alabaster paws met the cold gray stone that faced the mountain, his strides easy and un-rushed. Claws scrapped the stone, leaving a quiet click in their wake, the slight sound, only interrupted by the sounds of nature around him. The air was cool, and penetrated his thick pelt, feeling refreshing, relaxing even. He had left the northern parts of Alacritis, when the bitter winter had set in, and had journeyed south, to warmer weather. Now though, Satan had ventured back into the northern territories, hearing rumors of change in the region.

His muscles pulled, working underneath his skin fluidly, as he moved upwards around the waterfalls coming to a large cliff, that appeared to jut across the water. Upon further inspection, he found himself sniffing at the edge, and he quickly realized that one mis-step here, and he?d plummet over the edge into the spray below. Two-toned eyes observed the cliff, with a mildly interesting gaze, as he worked his way, away from the edge and into the center of the slab. Muzzle raised into the air, scenting the area around him, the pale moonlight shining upon his ivory body.

His mind was a tumult of thoughts, as it had been as of late. Thoughts raced together, and he sank to the ground, haunches resting on the stones. His heart slow and easy, as he let the ideas and thoughts mull, his breaths shallow. Tail curled around his body, coming to rest on top of his paws. Golden, and teal eyes stared ahead of him, off into the darkness that surrounding the abyss where the cliff dropped into the water. Seemingly, waiting for something or someone.