Smashing The Opponent
08-21-2015, 10:56 PM
Large paws carried the shaggy reaper towards a sound enticing to his ears. He'd been creeping on the outskirts of the battlefield, toeing the fine lines between freedom, fights, and slavery. He'd heard much about this place from his sister, and he'd kept a well placed eye on these grounds to see what kind of creatures showed up. So far, he hadn't really seen any pack wolves claiming losing creatures against their will, and that was quite boring. He himself, wanted some new toys. And in due time perhaps he would get some.
Sauntering into his view, a woman of impressive stature stood several yards away. Manic amber eyes stared unblinking as he approached, her call had been answered. "Did someone call to play with the boogeyman?" An ominous chuckle rumbled his features as he stared with a sort of hunger to be satiated only by blood. His head hung low, shaggy fur stuck in clumps around his legs and hindquarters, though around his neck it remained thick and...patchy. He looked directly at her bi-colored eyes, an attractive feature to go along with her red stained chest. Her pelt was equally as black as his, at least that was one thing he could admire. |