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[OPEN] tranquility

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
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déodat,


Such sweet irony, he had been the bold warrior to find the wickedness looming and now he had become part of it. Reckless bravery and a petty need to protect youth left him a rotting monster. The Blood Prince had ascended mortality, shed the skin of the stalwart soldier, he was the malevolent devil, the creature from foals nightmares. Just as he had protected his homeland, he would destroy it. All of them would be dead or rotting shells. Nothing would remain of the icy kingdom, and he would be the king of the wasteland that was left behind. Hm, the Blood King, had a nice ring to it didn’t it? Let his conquest begin!

The Blood King spread out the new acquired wings and began to circle like a vulture over the cold north. A sliver of mortality seized hold of the beast and pushed the beast away from his home, should anyone fall it will be the ones of perverse blood, or perhaps he could trap this demon. An idea sparked into the mind and just and the demon seized hold of it and twisted it. Off the monster flew toward south, seeking those with the ripe flesh.

Behind the monster is a cloud of sickly green fog, and he landed upon the soil and scented about the dark forest surrounding him. Living flesh! A lust for blood sparked inside of him along with a new found loathing for those that remained untouched by the foul disease that had seized hold of him. “It's dangerous you know to lurk n the dark forest. Monsters might hurt you. ” Déodat stepped out from the trees and looked between the two figures. Which one should be his snack? The Blood King moved his gaze between them playing his little game of eenie minie mo. Finally his eyes stopped upon the hornless one. The Blood King lunged forward, both sets of his wings flaring out as he moved toward her. He lashed out his four horns in a horizontal direction hoping to scrape down her right side. To put the icing on the cake, he gave out a good sneeze directing it closer to her face .

Then he turned toward the winged boy. “Run little rat or I’ll dine on your flesh to.”


"Speech speech speech"

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Bears the name of "Battle Born"
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Messages In This Thread
tranquility - by Psyche - 12-31-2013, 07:31 AM
RE: tranquility - by Mesec - 01-02-2014, 09:45 AM
RE: tranquility - by Psyche - 01-16-2014, 09:01 PM
RE: tranquility - by Déodat - 01-17-2014, 03:57 PM
RE: tranquility - by Mesec - 01-19-2014, 05:26 AM
RE: tranquility - by Psyche - 01-19-2014, 08:27 PM
RE: tranquility - by Random Event - 01-20-2014, 10:39 PM

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