tidalwave

*Isardis* · (This post was last modified: 09-29-2013, 02:17 AM by Isardis.)

ooc/ I made changes to the timing of the thread, and I'm now ready for re-opening when staff are happy to continue.

Hatred would seethe his pores, poison his stream, send his blood boiling and throbbing beneath decaying flesh. A serpent would coil within, a hibernating reptile threatening to be awoken by the heat of his veins, by the anger that brewed it?s fangs with lethal venom. He would pace, growls rolling endlessly within his pipes, shuddering his vocals as the ghoul?s mind struggled to overpower the infection that would concoct. Two weeks it had been. Two whole weeks since the pathetic wench had cheated her way out of battle. He would not be as forgiving this time; oh no, the bitch had disgraced him, she had wounded a pride that had been ever since unscathed. To repair it, what did he have to do? Win. Cleave the whore?s gullet from her skeleton, bend her spine over backwards; whatever it took. If he failed to permanently maim her, to kill her, he would permanently torture her. Endlessly prod at what she had to live for, pluck at her pathetic pack one-by-one until she had nothing left to defend. He had shamed his pack, but they need not bow their skulls any longer; for The King would rise again, he would hold his promises.

Isardis vs. Chrysanthe for Liberty.

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