Absit Omen

*Sin* · 02-04-2014, 01:45 PM

The scent of blood and the scent of despair lured the hungry beast to the battlefield for a countless time. He constantly found himself here, and for which purpose he cared little for. Perhaps to find his next victim, or perhaps he was looking for something more...the scent of something so familiar and yet intermixed with the scent of something strange, it would seem there would be something interesting in store today. He could feel it within the pits of his bones. and it made him shudder. Stepping silently across the bloodied grounds, the crimson stained beast kept senses alert. But it would seem there was no need, for amber gaze would fall upon what caused the scent that had attracted him so. A kill in its carrion glory, though still seemed to be somewhat fresh. A half smile full of devious intent began to form, and so he would stalk forward behind the youth that fed off the carcass.

"It is not nice to take what does not belong to you." He would creep his words towards the boy. After all, there was no telling if the kill belonged to Sin. Although it wasn't his, the boy before him didn't know that.

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