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Blood...Blood...Blood...



Sin

Somnium

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
18
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
371
player
Dragon Mod
06-13-2014, 02:44 AM




Voices. Voices were all around him. The sinning devil would whip his head around, seeking out the shadow that dared speak to him. He could not decipher what she said, but nonetheless he would lurch forward...until something else caught his eye. Bloodied amber gaze flashed in the darkness, and beyond the sickening stench of blood, more scents. He smelled the underlying tones of fear, and it drew him forth. Head waved to and fro between the first woman, and settling briefly upon another who had spoken. Though he could not decipher whether they were real, but who was it with the fear smell? Maw would twist in a stiff grin, teeth bared as his muzzle wrinkled in a dangerous snarl. Sharpened claws clicked on the stone beneath his feet, and he would wave his banner in the air. Hackles remained raised upon his form, the crimson bloodied beast would lurch in whichever direction, words a murmur of incoherent whispers. "Fear...blood...demons...kill..."

Head would involuntarily twitch, paw steps taking him ever closer to whomever would become his victim. He could see the outlines now, their forms blurred but there...or were they? He could feel the heat rising within his body, muscles stiffening as he absentmindedly made his way towards whichever unfortunate victim was closest. His vision would see only red, and his teeth were ready to rip apart the unlucky target. Muscles tightened, eyes became narrowed, ears flattened, hackles remained raised, tail flagged behind him, body lowered slightly, head lowered over his neck, chin tucked, and his snarl was ever present upon his bloodied maw. He was in a crazed state due to the disease, and so some aspects of his defense would become compromised, and yet others would involuntarily if not subconsciously put themselves into their own defense. Shoulders would roll forward, and in his rabid-like state, the beast would lunge towards one of the blurred shadows, whomever it may be. A sickening bark escaping the berserkers maw.





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