HE'S COLD AND HE'S CRUEL
The hell-stricken monstrosity beats down against the earth on massive paws, his skull swinging from left to right as he takes in his surroundings. The plains are surprisingly lifeless at the moment, and he is searching for someone to... entertain him. He has been rather bored lately, unsatisfied with the lack of brutality within the pack. The first time around he had been constantly fighting and training to better his skills, but now, now he has sat around waiting for the queen to give him something to do. He has been itching for a fighting, itching to taste the sweet warmth of blood trickling down his throat. Surly someone in this godforsaken plain will want his company. He surges on, thoughts of destruction swarming within his devious mind. He is sure that he will find someone eventually to... 'play' with. |