Let it get thrown down
03-07-2014, 07:01 AM
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there aren't any words you can say ![[Image: 21marzd.png]](http://i60.tinypic.com/21marzd.png) The blood stained ground would give him sweet sentience of the place. His bones and muscles were aching for exercise and blood. The battlefield was perfect for such a place. Where there were no simple boundaries as pack, rogue and the such. Well, unless something as a force claim, or pack challenge was going on. But the point was, here the war lord was free. He was free and unleashed with all the power in the world and that was for certain. Etern was ever so longing to better himself in the art of fighting, and always with his expressionless face he would wait, for the enemy to come to him. Though the armada man would not be surprised if family showed up here to challenge him. It seemed Glaciem loved to fight, in all their blood. Etern was in charge of the little fledglings known as Isar's children. Being the king's brother had it all that was cut out for it. His toes dug into the dirt as he waited patiently. Practicing over and over in his head different scenario's. The assassin stayed calm, and without emotion over his body. |