I can see the stars calling towards me
11-24-2013, 11:20 PM
| Jet |
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The war had ceased and Glaciem had come out victorious. Even though Jet had come out on top, felling many and tasting the blood of his adversaries, he still craved the metallic tang of iron upon his tongue. It was with those intentions he strayed from the Northern lands to the opposite side of the continent, to search for his prey farther away from his home. He had yet to speak to Isardis on anything. Perhaps the brute wanted to go as far about talking about promotion, however, he first wanted to satiate the thirst that tore at his tongue and throat. With a ceaseless growl deep within the pits of his chest, he caressed the lands in his presence as the dark aura stalked now well within the Southern lands. He had trained for many years for the day he would wipe out the rest of his remaining pack. To wipe out those who were weak, and above all...to wipe out his dear brother Drake. And Today? Fate would play on his side... A scent was carried his way, female and obviously alone. Not only did his bloodlust urge him to find something, but another organ of his also craved attention. It had been sometime since he had the satisfaction of a woman, not since long before the war. Perhaps today he could have a bit of fun...Prowling forward, he would spot a woman much closer then he had initially expected, a dangerous smirk playing onto the dark male's face. "Well well well...what is one such as yourself doin' out here all alone, little joey?" He chided from behind, Australian lyrics dripping with dangerous calm as aquamarine eyes searched her pleasing form. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |