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[div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; color: #FFF; margin-top: 105px"]KNOW THE DARK
AND LET IT REST,
AND LET IT REST,
[div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 27px"][div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: White; "]he'd woken up here strangely enough, but the beast paid that little mind, strange things always occurred to him and his kin.
Eyes the colour of corrupted white-blue like the strike of lightning across the pool of water glowed luminously in a sharp aristocratic face, black lips peeling over numerous sharp teeth as the strange creature snorted, the sand dancing away as long lean muscled limbs moved to gather under him and heft upwards, talons like blackened char and laced with veins like magma that crawled up his legs in a soft glow gripped at the softer ground creating shallow wounds in the damp sand as the beast moved away from the sea's edge.
He shook out his fur, the few flecks of sand falling away from his furred and scaled pelt - plates lightly shifting together at the movement as he moved further along the beach at a steady sedate pace, skirting the dubious looking forest and it's strange mist.
War - or as was his chosen name, Fenrisulfr - breathed out, slight smoke spiralling from his nostrils as those strange eyes roved across the area taking in where it was he'd been landed,
An island it seemed, with strange plant life - he remembered then the radiation and what the humans had done beforehand, a slight twitch in his lips of contempt, foolish beings playing with such things - and suffering the consequence, War, Fenris would have laughed at it really, left them to suffer it but it had not affected them alone and thus he felt only a bitter tang on his tongue.
The dead would cry for justice and the living would suffer for it - but that was not his realm to meddle, let dear older brother handle the souls of the departed, his was the dominion of the struggle, perhaps what had drawn him here,
He craned back to look at the forest - Hm, yes, something had drawn him here indeed, a sense of a struggle, something brewing that had drawn his interest and manifested in bringing him here.
War went where blood was to be shed after all.
Fenrisulfr hummed and smiled, the 9 foot tall hybridised look of the God shifting as the long plated-skeletal tail flickered and gouged the sand behind him, his ears craned forward when footsteps neared and so he'd wait - like father before him perhaps he'd find a home amongst these groups, in spite of their new natures, aha, but didn't new growth beget from the old? And grow all the stronger for it?
Fenrisulfr grinned to himself briefly, indeed, he thought, there was promise here, he would not have ended up where he did after all.
Fenrisulfr, son of lucifer and war ascendant felt for the first time in so long since serrated from his family, the first inklings of excitement for the possibilities.
His talk figure cut a dark silhouette across the slow setting sun, as he waited for those steps to near.
Eyes the colour of corrupted white-blue like the strike of lightning across the pool of water glowed luminously in a sharp aristocratic face, black lips peeling over numerous sharp teeth as the strange creature snorted, the sand dancing away as long lean muscled limbs moved to gather under him and heft upwards, talons like blackened char and laced with veins like magma that crawled up his legs in a soft glow gripped at the softer ground creating shallow wounds in the damp sand as the beast moved away from the sea's edge.
He shook out his fur, the few flecks of sand falling away from his furred and scaled pelt - plates lightly shifting together at the movement as he moved further along the beach at a steady sedate pace, skirting the dubious looking forest and it's strange mist.
War - or as was his chosen name, Fenrisulfr - breathed out, slight smoke spiralling from his nostrils as those strange eyes roved across the area taking in where it was he'd been landed,
An island it seemed, with strange plant life - he remembered then the radiation and what the humans had done beforehand, a slight twitch in his lips of contempt, foolish beings playing with such things - and suffering the consequence, War, Fenris would have laughed at it really, left them to suffer it but it had not affected them alone and thus he felt only a bitter tang on his tongue.
The dead would cry for justice and the living would suffer for it - but that was not his realm to meddle, let dear older brother handle the souls of the departed, his was the dominion of the struggle, perhaps what had drawn him here,
He craned back to look at the forest - Hm, yes, something had drawn him here indeed, a sense of a struggle, something brewing that had drawn his interest and manifested in bringing him here.
War went where blood was to be shed after all.
Fenrisulfr hummed and smiled, the 9 foot tall hybridised look of the God shifting as the long plated-skeletal tail flickered and gouged the sand behind him, his ears craned forward when footsteps neared and so he'd wait - like father before him perhaps he'd find a home amongst these groups, in spite of their new natures, aha, but didn't new growth beget from the old? And grow all the stronger for it?
Fenrisulfr grinned to himself briefly, indeed, he thought, there was promise here, he would not have ended up where he did after all.
Fenrisulfr, son of lucifer and war ascendant felt for the first time in so long since serrated from his family, the first inklings of excitement for the possibilities.
His talk figure cut a dark silhouette across the slow setting sun, as he waited for those steps to near.
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