frumpy butts
06-03-2014, 09:13 PM
He was furious. The beast of hatred burned deep in his gut, heat nearly radiating from him as he limped and stumbled along- following Nephele's scent trail. Hatred at the creatins who dared to claim his forest bubbled over, as he snarled and snapped at air around them. They had dare to attack a god, and the god's favorite fiend? They would pay. The closest thing to concern that he could feel, he felt for his darling sister. What had those bastards done to her? They would pay for every scar that would mar her beautiful being. He'd kill them all for her. This was war. Her scent led him to caves, and he slightly chuckled. Even injured she was resourceful- smart- of course she was, she was his. His claws scrapped against the stone as he followed her scent, mixed with the coppery and wild scent of blood. Approaching her in the shadows, he spoke. "Oh my darling, Nephele, those bastards will pay for touching you." He would coo lightly as he approached her. His head would dip, attempting to gently nuzzle her neck. Pulling away, he would glance about them before he'd lower himself to the ground with a hiss of pain. His hackles raised, as he snarled lightly into the shadows. "War is coming, Nephele. I'll see their downfall- and seat you high on a throne." He said darkly, staring into the shadows. His tail curling around him, as the cool rock seeped into his body- relieving his pain. Speech, |
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