Post by racerxchick on Jul 29, 2008 14:22:06 GMT -5
This will be a post of my dark character Hades, he is quite a creature to beholdl resilient and dangerous yet he can judge just who would be best to fit alongside him.
Here is his post:
Here is his post:
Chaos. The air reaped of the chaos that stole the breath of every living creature dared to not be called dark claimed. The grass would be green here if not for the constant carry of looming clouds gazing hazily down upon the biased crimson landscape, thus creating the dead horizon that streamed along the distance. Trees whittled and gnarled of shapes only true demons could or would interpret, befriended only by the phantoms and shadows of a desolate world. Vultures and harpies of sorts circled high above, their taunting illustrious calls mimicked that of the devil claiming another life from this wretched land of the living. Here I strode, each curl and unfurl of my lengthy columns bristled along the dangerous yet miraculous landscape. My kill in the wake of my wanderings held still the scent and warmth of a soul trying to continue, rising from my breast steam soaked life crimson stained my pelt, a mark that I held true and dear. Harks settled forward, indication of my curiosity to another, was I alone here today? Perfection, I sighed and allowed a pause of my gait and all the brick of muscles froze, tensity falling to a thick burden that would never leave me.
My deep stare flew across the distance, surviving and ending just short of my left side as I drew a sharp gurgle of a breath, lapping at my incisors one more time to wet my pallet of the drying blood. A screech curled my lanterns, whipcord flashing into a melancholy cry against the breeze as my sights were turned skyward to the swiveling feathered rats of these lands. Stance readjusted allowing for that moment the echo of my imperfection to wreak across the land like some perverted call of metal upon stone, human furling their strength into the creation of what weathered my iron. Kissers gathered as one bold heathen dove from the sky, daring me and only me to a standoff...perhaps it's last foolish motion on this pitiful terra. Fangs gnashed momentarily glazed in faint flesh and rotting life that infected my bite, watching ready and waiting for this waste of flesh and bone to barrel into me. Standing and staring it was only feet from my gaze when I strode back and rose, and only one last crow exited its charred beak as I came crushing down upon its worthless spine. A twist of knees allowed an echoing snap of hollow bones, feathers now entwined with innards like some larger version of roach remnants, nothing more than that. Looking down upon the fleeted carcass I sighed once more, simple, nothing more than a bug upon my pane, now blank orbs staring to me as if wishing for life to return. Nay, not in my power to give...
This land was wasteful, none of their right place would concur to bring about a herd of their own, triumph would only come of battles here and nothing more. I nickered, shaking angrily the essence of waste from my tresses before moving on in search of something more, not beautiful, just better. I needed spawn, needed wenches, needed land to support such, and only time and wandering would give me such things now...