Do you want to kill a planet?
04-29-2014, 10:46 AM
He arrives in the lands with no intentions, he has no desire to stay but none really to leave either. His paws leave him here, standing in the dirt and staring down at the blood stained Earth. These are lands of war, he lingers for a moment in the limbo of indecision. His ears flick forward, twist inward and then settle there is no-one following him. There has been no-one on his tail for some time now, they simple forgot to care. He's pleased for that, glad that after all this time they have finally cut him loose. He breaths out, the great weight which has pressed on him for so long finally lifts and it feels so good now to breath. The flaming beast does it a few more times, curls his toes into the dirt and lets a lopsided grin peel his lips apart. Freedom. This is what he has sought his whole life, to live by his own code and to follow his own morals. As loose as they might be.
Shaking out his coat the russet male takes his first step in these lands, a proper step free of burden. He is going to be a new man, well to a certain extent. There will be no monstrous wench breathing fire down his neck when he refuses to kill for the simple pleasure of it, no longer will his demon Father bite at his haunches when he refuses to murder children. Yes, this is a land of new beginnings where he can be bound by contracts he has chosen, and negotiated himself. The Diederich name will change now, its true meaning will be his to create and mould. He aspires for it to achieve infamy, a greatness his forebears could never have imagined.
Ready for what awaits beyond these battle stained lands he lowers to his haunches, tail flicking round his left hind leg. He holds his head high and lets the howl erupt from deep in his chest, it is a powerful baritone which reverberates around him. He is the burning flame, the essence of power and he awaits those who wish to claim his allegiance.
Shaking out his coat the russet male takes his first step in these lands, a proper step free of burden. He is going to be a new man, well to a certain extent. There will be no monstrous wench breathing fire down his neck when he refuses to kill for the simple pleasure of it, no longer will his demon Father bite at his haunches when he refuses to murder children. Yes, this is a land of new beginnings where he can be bound by contracts he has chosen, and negotiated himself. The Diederich name will change now, its true meaning will be his to create and mould. He aspires for it to achieve infamy, a greatness his forebears could never have imagined.
Ready for what awaits beyond these battle stained lands he lowers to his haunches, tail flicking round his left hind leg. He holds his head high and lets the howl erupt from deep in his chest, it is a powerful baritone which reverberates around him. He is the burning flame, the essence of power and he awaits those who wish to claim his allegiance.