On the bodies of the damned

N/A · 01-14-2014, 12:13 PM

Ravage sniffed through the debris, her gray nose investigating the rubble. She smelled something like a fire, along with metal. There were bones here also, old and cracked and broken.

This flat tract of raised Earth had once been bathed in crimson. Ravage imagined she could still smell the distinct metallic perfume, hear the echoes of the screams of fallen warriors. In the rare times when she found sleep, Ravage dreamed of her enemies crashing together in bloody combat, destroying each other while she watched. Perhaps one day it would happen, in a spot not unlike this one. But first she needed tools, allies of a violent and chaotic nature like her own. Unfortunately most of those individuals lacked direction and purpose, they wasted their potential. There was only so much chaos an individual could spread alone, but if there were an army of hellions with one purpose, the world would bleed.

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