You aren't really funny you know?[joining]
04-11-2014, 12:47 AM
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nevermind that noise you heard That damn old hag, she had done him good and the wound was still healing. Maybe it was because he had totally lost interest in that maned bitch. After the giant riff raff Quelt came along he hadn't a hope because of size and sheer numbers. Never would he had though the slave to turn around like that, then again she had always been different from the others and it pissed him off. Oh well, life went on, and the beast would deal with it like any other. So as planned he would stick himself in Elysium. Obviously the wolves here had a different fighting style and they seemed to be the strongest. So he would train, he would be loyal, and not give a shit so that he could enjoy his nasty little fucked up stuff that he was addicted to. Maybe get some friends? He needed those, not that they would last long since he was very self centered. The scarred male would stick himself at the borders, arching his brown head in a howl. His head and stature would remain low, as he was experienced with path life. The scars on his head brightly lined the lime green eyes looking at uprooted tree's. What a place had been hit by the earth-quake. Things would heal though, and he would wait patiently, quietly, being the good boy that he was. Pissing off people who he wanted to have as allies was never a good idea, he learned that the hard way plenty of times. |
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