Post by azucar on Mar 27, 2006 0:05:46 GMT -5
Call The Blood On The Floor: AzucarRound Off The Arrogance As: Czar
Study His Ways As: Primed (4 years)
Memorize The Tormenting Image As: Coal
Recall The Figure As: lupus canis
History
from the shadowed depths he lurked, even as a tyke. his brawny build burst from the timbers, chain held above his massive corpse. he was here, Azucar, the mighty lord all bow for. originally abandoned by his parental dam he learnt the ways of the forestry the harder way than most. his encounters with danger were plentiful, his scars were ones unable to heal... especially the lyrics his dam cursed in his accoustic before she left him, "You are nothing more than a physcotic lil brat, if I ever catch you roaming 'round these parts, seeking affection it won't be from me!" lets turn those words that turn to scars into love... but Azucar had given up on love, what he adored now was slaughter, lacerating things that crossed his path, the things that mocked him as a toddler. Too late, those words were scars...
Example Post
tormenting brujo stepped carelessly from the timbers his hide had hidden in for a few months, labrums peeled back into a snarl to all whom stepped or looked at him. eaves droppers melted back upon his royal cranium, the inhabitants were plentiful, all unfamiliar scents wafed through his nares like a headache. his skull shook, obsidan cloak paced to the aquilla. hackles jutted 'long his spine, Know me as your nightmare, the image that you see, the name you scream, the canvass you seek shelter from. haunches folded beneath his corpse, icy glare was thrown 'bout the territory he would have to get used to.
brawny build moved off again, talons clicking the turf below, leaving intends in the topography below. he smirked, watching a duo of equus battling, fighting was such a great thing. such a lovely thing. such a thing to be thankful for.
a part of his accoustic was ripped from place from past encounters with who knows what. what it was, he did not speak of... and never would.
