turning all against the one
05-03-2014, 05:45 PM
Smoke, metal, ashes. Each a well-known smell to the scarred brute who would wander the barren plains. All along the ground were metal sticks, each accommodating it's own strangely shaped armor. A twisted smile would stretch across the russet man's torn lips, as he inhaled the scent. "Ah, de underbara dofter av strid. Brand, blod och d?d." Shoulders would relax as he would give a shudder of anticipation. The wars had ended in his homeland, and he had served his purpose, but he was just beginning here. There always would be a battle to fight, and a battle to come victorious in. "Du hittar mig bada i blod av mina fiender." The wicked joker's smile would once again creep onto the man's face as reddish brown pillars would lead the man elsewhere along the dead bodies. The scent would excite him, and he was so near pack territory. Perhaps... He could begin his very own empire. He was not known to be of good leadership, but owning a clan of warriors would excite the man. Lime gaze would shift toward a figure in the distance, as tattered auds would swivel forth to find any sign of noise from this strange creature. "H?lsningar!" "Speech" Quote:OOC; This thread takes place about a month before the Seracia challenge, using Liquid Timing. ;D |