Post by Mare on Jan 24, 2009 23:31:07 GMT -6
His heart was stone...no his heart was harder than stone. There was none to compare to that shriveled dry thing a sickening compassionate human would call a heart. His empty and cold eyes were hungry with ambition. He wanted it all and he had gotten nothing his entire miserable life. But that was his fault. He had fleed his horrible past and now he was done... He was done with taking orders and done with listening to everything with to every thing with two legs.
He could still feel his teeth skin in to his tyrant's flesh. The screams of excruciating pain as he chewed and mauled... the taste of blood. That first drop, sweet and heavy on his already parched tongue, it was that first drop which had unleashed his anger his hatred toward everything. If he when back to the human lands he would be killed. Euthinized for his wrongs. But little did they realize that it was the human who deserved the death. For days there was no water and no food. He was locked in the dark and forced to fight with his own kind. No it was not his fault. But yet they blamed him anyway, they forced him to be what he was, and now they had gotten their wish. Futile's heart was now completely devoid of any sort of love or tenderness.
Perhaps if he had been raised lovingly he would not have been so. He, however did not dwell on such things. He didn't bother with the could have been. All he cared for now was the will be. He had found now that this baren land was devoid of a leader... and it was his.
He Lifted his head and released an angry and bitter howl which shook the night and awoke the dead. A howl which called every heartless male. both young and old to come. Come and find their place in the world. A place where destruction was welcome.
He was King of Fraturnity
He could still feel his teeth skin in to his tyrant's flesh. The screams of excruciating pain as he chewed and mauled... the taste of blood. That first drop, sweet and heavy on his already parched tongue, it was that first drop which had unleashed his anger his hatred toward everything. If he when back to the human lands he would be killed. Euthinized for his wrongs. But little did they realize that it was the human who deserved the death. For days there was no water and no food. He was locked in the dark and forced to fight with his own kind. No it was not his fault. But yet they blamed him anyway, they forced him to be what he was, and now they had gotten their wish. Futile's heart was now completely devoid of any sort of love or tenderness.
Perhaps if he had been raised lovingly he would not have been so. He, however did not dwell on such things. He didn't bother with the could have been. All he cared for now was the will be. He had found now that this baren land was devoid of a leader... and it was his.
He Lifted his head and released an angry and bitter howl which shook the night and awoke the dead. A howl which called every heartless male. both young and old to come. Come and find their place in the world. A place where destruction was welcome.
He was King of Fraturnity
