BROKEN INSIDE

The obsidian daemon's paws kissed the terra as she moved swiftly through the plains. A snarl ripped through her being. Anger was bubbling up inside her. A horrid rage that had been brought on by nothing in particular. It was in those times that people should have feared her the most. The times when the violent, feral beast broken out. An enraged howl ripped from her throat. Echoing through the plains. She stopped abruptly. Panting angrily, teeth bared. Her eyes slits. Another howl. She wanted to rip. To tear. To hurt someone. She wanted to make them suffer. Her demons had broken free, and once they had. They were hard to calm down. Her eyes, pools of hatred. Full of rage, burning with a fire that almost no one would even look at twice before fleeing. The beast was angry. Very angry. Bi coloured optics scanned the plains, looking for a victim. Someone to take her anger out on. To crush with either words or her jaws.



"Speech"

I still wanna be holy