DEATH ON A QUEEN-SIZED BED
09-05-2014, 04:41 PM
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The ebony beast has been gone for far too long. He had left Alacritis for a few seasons, mainly to find weaker wolves to manipulate and destory, but once Nausica had vanished, he had gone on a mad man hunt to find her. After weeks of sleepless searching, her scent trail had gone stale, and he no longer had a clue to work with. With his favorite sister gone he had no choice but to return to Alacritis and reunite with Cascade. He wondered where she was now, he desired to be with her, and he wanted to protect her like he had tried to protect Nausica. One day the two would find their long lost sister, but until then, he had some unfinished business with the wolves in Alacritis. Plots of revenge brewed heavily within his brain, he still needed to avenge his fathers death and slay the woman named Jupiter. He was old enough now to put his life down without a second thought, all fears having left his mind, his conscious being replaced with the commands of the demons beneath his paws. Cascade's scent is very faint, but with the help of Mevia he will be able to track her down, whither it takes a few hours, or a few days. He enters the lands in the southern region of Alactis, his snakelike movements unheard, and his massive body unseen by those around them. The duo travels silently, his mind plagued with the overwhelming desire to see his sister. It is not until he has reached the heart of the shrine that he hears the thundering sound of paw steps against the earth, each of them precise as he could hear the crunching of leaves and twigs. It was as if the stranger wanted to be heard, and immediately his curiosity began to beg for release. Amethyst eyes slide toward Mevia, she too could hear the steps and was drawn toward them. A silent agreement is exchanged between them, and they both turn to approach the stranger, whom is only yards from them now. They aim to approach the stranger head on. A few seconds pass as they stride forward, his body language screaming supremacy. A white figure comes into view, and as his eyes adjust, he is shocked to see the former Elysius tyrant standing before him. Although he cannot remember her name, he remembers the day he had trespassed into her territory when he was sick with the plague. "Well, well, well, what a coincidence, miss Elysius." Venomous words slip from his cracked maw, his lips creasing ever so slightly to form the beginning stage of a smirk. |
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