Where The Freaks At?

Morbid strolls through the grass fields of this picturesque land. While the gently rolling hills and plentiful prey animals make this place grand, the dark male pays little mind to any of it. The sun is high in the sky and flies lazily buzz near the large buffalo that graze but still, he moves through the land as if he is the only creature here. He is a man on a mission. Lurid, his sister, has established her pack and he is late to join her. Still, even being late, the man leisurely strolls through the land because… why not?

Strange stone structures jut out of the ground at various places, trees growing from their tops while roots wind around the façade. Ivy covers many of their faces and it is obvious that nature is reclaiming what is her’s. The prey animals seem to be avoiding the area he is moving toward and, if Morbid had cared, he would have checked the wind to find the reason why. But again, the man just isn’t concerned. And why should he be? In his six years of life, the man has constantly trained his body until he knows exactly what he can and cannot do.

A yawn pulls his maw apart as the lazy droning of flies and the pleasant warmth of the day work to make the man feel sleepy. Luckily, a rather pissed off grizzly roars its anger at him from not too far off. Silver-white widen with joy as his eyes turn to the upset ursine and a delighted grin tugs at his lips. Muscles flow like water as he is suddenly on the attack, the dark man racing up to the suddenly startled bear. Teeth flash as he enters the beast’s space and he bites a huge chunk out of its right cheek.

Shock ripples across the grizzly’s face as the wolf he had just been roaring at is suddenly in front of it and dealing damage. It seems slow on the uptake as it jerks backward, swing out a paw at where Morbid had been mere seconds before. But he is gone, racing around its side to deliver another bite to the creature’s back right leg. He thrashes his head, popping the joint and earning yet another roar. It tries to swing around and smack him but the leg does not support its weight and his backend sags toward the ground.

Morbid decides to take his time and drops back, giving the bear some space while allowing his pale gaze to roam over the angry beast. Lifting a brow, he tuts at the creature, saying, “Now, now. You shouldn’t go around attacking wolves. Never know what will happen.” An evil smirk pulls at his maw as he stalks slowly around the injured grizzly. He enjoys the fear that radiates like fire from his form and he drinks in the scent of urine. Stupid thing is so scared it pissed itself.

Scoffing softly, he says, “Too bad you won’t live past today. You might have actually learned from your mistake.” Features pull into a thoughtful mask for a moment before he adds, “Actually, I don’t think you would have. Oh well.” A shrug of dark shoulders and the man gleefully prowls forward, ready to pull apart the creature piece by bloody piece. Suddenly, a blur of brown fur streaks into the fight, racing in from the left side to deliver a painful bite to the left front leg. Morbid curses loudly as his fun is now spoiled. Stupid helpful wolves. He charges back in, never one to be left out of a fight.


"Morbid Amarix"




WC: 605
Total WC: 605 / 1500