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01-23-2014, 04:11 AM
Fearful and afraid, Arrane tried to never let it leak upon his face, but it remained in his eyes and tight lips, always pulled in a concerned frown. It was time for war, to protect those innocent from the clutches from darkness. Ivory body pacing restlessly in the caves below, cyan eyes fell to the stony ground, his grim face 'tsking' silently. But his ears caught on to the larger part of the racket being caused outside. A screechy male voice called with demonic bloodthirst, yelling for the world to hear. It sounded strangely as dark and possessed as those others that had attacked him and the group of friends he tried to protect.
Audits pinned on the back of his head, a fierce glare accumulated in his blue orbs. His teeth were somewhat exposed and enraged wrinkles for on his maw and around his brows. Slowly walking towards where this "Blood Prince" was, Arrane saw the muscular form of an infected brute yelling out into the gaping hole. Walking towards him, he still kept his distance, not wanting any sort of infection to spread to him. Arrane wanted to be well to fight against these beastly monsters.
"You will not have any sort of taste of any one's flesh while I'm here", growling through gritted teeth, Arrane pierced him with a glare, only to lift up his head in a swift motion. A bellowing whinny boomed from within his chest, summoning the warriors from the sanctuary. May they hear his call and consult on what to do with this bothersome "Blood Prince". Truly, if he wasn't capable of spreading infection, Arrane would have leaped on him earlier, earnest to tear these beasts apart. The beasts that destroyed his dear friends.
Audits pinned on the back of his head, a fierce glare accumulated in his blue orbs. His teeth were somewhat exposed and enraged wrinkles for on his maw and around his brows. Slowly walking towards where this "Blood Prince" was, Arrane saw the muscular form of an infected brute yelling out into the gaping hole. Walking towards him, he still kept his distance, not wanting any sort of infection to spread to him. Arrane wanted to be well to fight against these beastly monsters.
"You will not have any sort of taste of any one's flesh while I'm here", growling through gritted teeth, Arrane pierced him with a glare, only to lift up his head in a swift motion. A bellowing whinny boomed from within his chest, summoning the warriors from the sanctuary. May they hear his call and consult on what to do with this bothersome "Blood Prince". Truly, if he wasn't capable of spreading infection, Arrane would have leaped on him earlier, earnest to tear these beasts apart. The beasts that destroyed his dear friends.
