Wrecking Ball.
12-26-2013, 06:31 PM
At first it was just an accident.
The man in white slipped silent through the still night, hushed as the stars that shimmered if their was any stars tonight was pitch black the clouds obscuring everything even the moon. It was a strange sort of evening, something lurking just underneath the surface. He needed to find out what was going on around here, a ghost drifting through space and time.
The outline of a cave was jagged as his fickle heart, he was not about to go in there he should know better after all he hadn't lived this long by being a complete fool. He paced between the pines, and instead decided to let out a sharp and shattering howl, this place stank of other wolves and perhaps one of them knew where to find Newt. At the very least it would make for a fun night.
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12-26-2013, 06:47 PM
So magnificent were they that ascended upon the heathens below and syrinx would admit that he was shocked they had come through for him. A low hiss would erupt from his lungs and immediately he seeks to fall between his daughters with jaws agape and ees intently tearing apart this feeble white man. Tongue lashes across his dark lips and the amenities arkhos dares to smirk at the other in pleasant contempt. He had not done the deed he stood and dared to proclaim but alas he would make no means of allowing the other to know the words that spewed from his lips were a lie, "te bitch was on my lands and I ripped her throat out. I watched her choke on her own blood. Leave me before the same fate befalls you," he would resign and roll his shoulders in obvious indifference. He has nothing for this man.