ardent

Don't Trust A Stranger of Angelic Appearance



Sin

Somnium

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
18
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
371
player
Dragon Mod
03-11-2014, 07:22 AM

The scent of despair infiltrated his nostrils. Venomous amber gaze piercing through the poison smoke that arose from the steaming pits around him. This place was untouched it seemed, and he could see why. The last time he had been here, he had fought off an attacker going after one of the females of Glaciem. A foolish woman, to kind for her own good and too kind for the likes of the pack. No matter, it seemed she had learned to stay out of trouble lately, and even if she had, he would not care anymorem glaciem was beginning to find itself on the bottom of his list of things to do, and frankly didn't care for it anymore. He had his own dreams, his own ambitions..and they would be achieved. With or without the bloody wolves whom he had informed about his plans. Those who turned away would surely regret it. He would not make empty promises, and would only reward those who chose to remain loyal. But alas, he would have to find each one and see where their loyalties lied. For to make an agreement with him only to break it...would not end in a positive result.

Today he was out for something new, someone he had yet to meet, someone he could perhaps sway into his ways and into following a path of greatness. He could mentor, teach the ways of darkness, grow an empire that would be feared throughout the lands. Remain unpredictable and mysterious, for none would know his intentions. Many thoughts swirled within the dark confines of his mind as the beast pulled forward towards the nearest bubbling pit. Staring down, he would come to a stop as piercing orbs fell upon a victim of nature. A young wolf whose curiosity got the better of it, became trapped and later died. Or at least, he assumed. The creatures top half seemed to have made a futile attempt at trying to drag itself out, yet the pit would not give up its victim so easily. A struggle there seemed to be, and the predator had lost. He stood there staring at the lifeless body, tail twitching slightly as it was arched over his haunches. His focus was on the miserable sight, but attention was always focused on his surroundings, no surprises were ever able to get the best of him.

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