They Say We're Crazy
07-25-2014, 12:42 PM
The brute continued his travels, walking all day and sleeping all night. Well... not always sleeping. But he stayed determined as he marched on toward Olympus, perfecting plans of revenge in the shadows of his mind. Large ebony paws crushed the volcanic black rocks as he went. Here it was easy for the beast to melt into his surroundings. On a volcano, even his strange markings of gold fire could be easily overlooked. So the man traveled quietly, hardly making a sound. His presence here would never be known. If you're going through hell, keep on going... Charon muttered to himself. You might get out before the devil even knows you're there. But the twisted man wouldn't mind if the devil caught him here. It would be an honor to meet the fiend. Charon laughed as his feet moved from rock to rock. He leapt easily over a small vein of magma. How was it that when the man actually had somewhere to be, he was finding all of these wonderful places? First the river of scorching lava, now this powerful volcano... he craved the heat and the fire. He craved the death and destruction that took place there. Hopefully his new home in Olympus would be just as satisfying. "SPEECH" |