no man's son
cal
11-12-2024, 02:51 PM
Life was what you made it. Life was what you took. What you stole. What you fought for. The scars that riddled the body of the cobalt and cream brute were a testament to that. Lines of gouges, scratches, bite marks, all settled right beneath the giant's thick coat. He knew all about life and death and taking what he wanted. In fact, you could say that he was a bit of an expert. Blood stained the brutes creamy chest until it was almost black. He hadn't bothered to clean himself up after his latest escapade. He wore the blood and gore like a badge of honor. Sure, he'd take a dip eventually, but it was still so fresh. One might think that he was dying, should they happen upon him, but not a drop of it was his own. As he strolled along the beach, a figure up ahead caught Cal's attention. Mmm, should he alter course? ..Nah. No reason to. Continuing his path would take him right in front of the lounging wolf. Lips peeled back to flash rows of serrated teeth and the titan rumbled in deep, glacial tones, "Fine day, isn't it?" "Calibos Lir"
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