Kerosene and a Fistful of Matches

ooc. please be aware that Kaine is beyond M rated at this point, and that Denny loves you (plz don't take their horrible attitude personally I love you all)

The pond scum occupying this vast landscape were going to face their makers, stare down their false gods and taste carnage. The beast was ready to tear open arteries and crack bones. The whole concept of bringing down an empire made their balls twitch. Perhaps they would bury their dick in some of the mortal women, and take the dignity of their husbands. Even better, make the women watch as they claimed their husbands' asses. Hungry licking at their muzzle with unabashed excitement, tail flagging high over their hips. The sonic boom of their brother's voice echoed through the woods as they trotted through. Heavy steps and fearless gait brought them from the shadows.

Many were gathered, a war party bent on intimidating before destroying. No doubt Amon would slay this puny king, and tear that fluffy mane from his scalp as recompense for the spent energy. A throaty chuckle would rumble past inky lips. They heard the ultimatum, witnessed Amon's fearless steps onto the claimed territory. Head low between their shoulders, the deity wore a grin sharp as a dagger. "Let us peel your flesh from your bones, pretty boy." They crooned, praying to the Fallen One that he would give the clan their chance to do just that. It was time for some good old fashioned war crimes.