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Re: To see about a WOLF...
Fri Nov 28, 2014 9:54 am
Artist: Bear McCreary - Song: Black Sails OST, Streets of Nassau - Word Count: -
The pathway of destruction, every man who fell within the abyss was crushed and wiped from the very plains of existence. The only true question was the one who called forth he who stepped into the abyss or ran hiding from the veil of darkness that brought only contempt and pure destruction. Wolf lionus was not a man who simply sought to find the end .... he was the man that found solace in sinking his canines in and letting meat be ripped from meat.
The whole barracks where a place of pure death. Everything within squad 8 wasn't as simple as everywhere else, be it the scars and blood stains all the battles had left or the unmistakable smell of rotting flesh. This place was simply different. And Wolf took pride within that, he saw a darkness beyond what many could and sought to show those he called his company to not fear it but embrace it like a brother. Men had died by these monsters hands and they only gave but a smile and laugh, they were the beasts that ran wild and they enjoyed it, the strength and the fear that gotei brought was what these men held as their prize ... they were killers in the truest sense.
So as this man trudge forth through the murky waves of hate and despair that was this place it was only reasonable the man who proclaimed himself the leader of this pack would sense it. As Romulus entered the main barracks and announced himself he would find no men to present him, no guard no nothing.... just a man who looked like time had drained him the darkness claiming his soul as the cancer spread through. A man sickly, starved and fading, this was the wolf. He lay draped across what was simply a throne, that looked like it was just pieces of ripped apart buildings before being combine together, his one good eye looking over this an as a scowl befell him, the spark of the cigarette in his lips illuminating his face for this man to see. The fallacy of what this man had sought was as simple as his impending doom ... he had walked into the den of a monster crying out disturbing his slumber. With a sniff of the air he let out a small grunt of discontent as he took in just what this man was, most had sensing abilities .... this man had his nose.
You think i give a shit what you expect? Keep your title cause its worth nothing to me.... especially coming from a tainted fool, you reek of hollow vizard.
As he stood extending up one could see the full extent of this man. His fading red hair sat falling down the crimson hue almost gone from it now leaving the slightest hint as it faded to a sort of gray. He wasn't a big man in fact Wolf was always quite thin and lanky, a trait that made a lot of people think he was truly nothing worth bother with ... this was the exact opposite of what he truly was though. The most notable thing about this man though besides his simple black shirt and black jeans he didn't seem to have anything worthy of note, his jacket that doubled as his haori sat at the doorway and he seemed not to even have a Zanpakutō with him ...... unarmed? or always ready? Within that instant his pressure would release, the ground bellow these men cracking and the air becoming almost un-breathable as his pure spiritual power unleashed. It was like an earthquake would be happening on this spot the walls grew cracks and everything would continue shaking as wolf rose his hand to his smoke. Taking it in his fingers he removed it from his mouth letting the smoke fall from his mouth like a demon releasing its evil into the air.
You can have the first hit here guy, make it count or ill break every bone in your body and rip that throat that keeps spilling meaningless shit forth.
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