The Devils Staircase [joining]
12-12-2013, 03:12 AM
| Sin Armada |
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Blood tainted paws brought him forth to the kingdom of the one who was spoken about among the winds. Sin, wanting to see the supposed devil for himself. Though he was quite certain that none were more treacherous then himself. His name was screamed from the mouths of the ones who had nightmares of him. Their blood, tainting his pelt in intricate and remarkable designs. He relished in the feel of being in power. And he would do anything to attain. If it meant killing those who stood in his way, then he would not hesitate to strike down his opponent. He was quite skilled in the way of battle, many tricks up his sleeve to aid him. He was always up for a fair game, however, it would only seem so to his opponents. During his travels to reach these lands, he learned to use certain plants to his advantage. The bones of his prey, sharpened upon his claws. Coating them with an extra threat. Sharper then the normal cur who dared go against him. Yes, many tricks. With a glare of venom, Sin stopped before the lands of the northern villain. His gleaming white teeth glinting in the weak sun light as his lips pulled back in demonic grin. He was here. And those who crossed him would do well to stay out of his way. Throwing his head back in a near neck snapping motion, he threw a chilling call into the air. Calling the monster who was so feared to some. But nothing would care Sin himself...he was the definition of fear. |
