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*Sin* · 12-12-2013, 05:18 AM

Sin Armada

Pale paws stepped upon the frozen grounds, amber glare intent on everything yet nothing at the same time. The land here bored him, and company seemed scarce, however, he cared very little for whomever happened to cross paths with him. He was a proud and very powerful figure. anyone who met him should be happy that he would even consider giving so much as a glance to such lowly vermin. He cared not for the lives of others, he cared not for their emotions nor thoughts nor anything else. However, if they so much as disrespected him, then they would surely find that they would soon regret.

He was a force on the lands, taking everything and giving nothing. They deserved nothing from him, and those who did not deserve would not get so much as a glance. He would simply act as if they were not there. Invisible. Non-existent. And so it was with steps that polluted the land that he'd approach the waters, pallid figure nearly invisible...if it weren't for the blood stains on his pelt.

Lowering his head, the beast would take a drink. Intent on satiating his thirst without distraction, without bothersome scum who would most likely bother him like flies upon a horses hide.

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