house of the rising sun

Hulking, floating dark mass - violating; attacking the ground. The creature moved, almost in liquid fashion - slowly and heavily. moving with rustic grace, the assassin made his way through the trees. darkness mutilated his features twisting them sinisterly as he pondered over something to do. an activity less than innocent in nature. if it wasn't rough, it wasn't fun. a rough chuckle scratched his vocal cords as he thought of the last time he had fun. it had been a while, but that was nothing to mule over now. hopefully, he would be coming into some new activities in this new land. after all the possibilities were endless.

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