we live in a cruel world

*Aldoro* · (This post was last modified: 10-19-2014, 03:31 PM by Aldoro.)

READ THIS POST AT YOUR OWN RISK LOVELIES <3 MEANING IT'S KINDA DISTURBING OKAY? OKAY LET THE PARTY START YO.

Blood. Yes, that was what he wanted. He's missed his dear lovely blood. That warm, amazing fluid. Splattered all over his chest and face. Too bad he was cloaked in an ebony hue though...the appearance of red against white looked rather stunning. Maybe he could soak his two stripes in red, aye? Then he'd look beautiful. Like the princess of blood, ahaha! Wouldn't that be just grand? He could rule his own tribe of blood-loving bastards. He could test them each day...no, no. He could definitely just force claim a ton of weak lil' shits and make them fight to the death every single day. And then, at the end, he can roll in their warm blood all night! Fabulous! Oh...what a wonderful goal he could have. He'd build his way up by challenger some pathetic idiot who thinks he can rule a pack. And then...and then he could win and take over. He could call his pack BLOOD. Oh yes.
But first...he would need to get stronger. He would need to get larger and better with his ass-kicking skills. He'd need to splatter more of that delicious blood. Heck- it was surprising that he's held back on cannibalism. If only he could dig into another wolf carcass without looking like a complete freak! That blood...that beautiful, amazing, warm blood. He wanted it. He wanted it all. More than he wanted some little innocent girl to screw. God. Today, he would go out and violently fight til he couldn't stand. He wouldn't give whoever came to him any mercy at all. Maybe if it turned out to be a female, he could have a little fun with her weak body a bit! Hah! His days could never get any better! Thank the stars he was still here in this cruel, yet beautiful world! Stained in blood and littered with helpless innocents! Hah!
Aldoro sat silently within an open area in the battlefield, smiling deviously as a cool autumn breeze kissed his massive form. His tail whipped around behind him and brushed softly at the frozen earth. When finally, he threw his head back and released a very ugly-sounding howl. It was cracked, hoarse, and sickly sounding. Like some old hag. Then, the man stood up and made his way toward his side of the field. He awaited his opponent...who was hopefully a lady. A weakling, maybe. If not- well, more the challenge, more the blood. Even if it was his own blood! Hehehe, what fun, what fun! Let the party start!

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