That Carnal Desire
07-06-2014, 05:33 PM
The man's pelt itched with a furious desire. It was lust, pure and simple, but not the sort that required coupling. No, he lusted for combat. The man often found himself craving a test of strength or prowess. It had been far too long since his muscles had sung of sweet strain, since he'd felt the pulling and wrending of tendons in anything other than the trivial pursuits of his day-to-day life. The bruteish man tipped back his maw and let loose a ringing song, a call to arms for any and all that might be near enough to heed him. He sat back on his haunches, casting his gaze over the barren and burnt landscape, waiting for a challenger to appear over the horizon. ![[Image: LN6hKs6.png]](http://i.imgur.com/LN6hKs6.png) |
