Paint Us {black and blue} - morbidargos
Oct 28, 2012 12:24:41 GMT -5
Post by rook on Oct 28, 2012 12:24:41 GMT -5
we VILLAINS are a very select group indeed.
in the very desperation of our HATE
[/i][/right]the sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
the thunder of the drums dictates
the rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths
the rising of the horns ahead
The Winters boy is not as his name suggests. He is not cold nor hardy. He can't withstand the wrath of the inevitable. He lies without a leg, bloody and beaten already. Fight me, coward. Kiera is not here to stop my growing wrath, my thirst for blood. I love it, I crave it. Damion is an imperfection, and he, like other who have fallen, must be cleansed. Accept your fate, boy. Accept that you never had a chance at winning. At surviving.
Peridot attacks again, not doing nearly as much damage as he should do with that heavy glaive that he claims to be a master of. He doesn't deserve it, no more than Aria deserves Kiera's tribute-slaying sword. I am the only worthy one here, I am the only one with the strength and power to kill. Call themselves Careers. Pfft. I am more of a Career than Peridot Myler could ever dream to be, and I'm from a backwater district with nothing but a hammer and an anvil to my name.
Ooh, my blood boils. The rage, the fury, the lust to kill. I can't control it, I can only channel it. For Kiera, I direct it away from Peridot, but he'll get his end soon enough, and it will be by my hand. I twitch with anticipation, looking forward to hearing Myler squeal as I cut his throat and watch him bleed in the dirt. I thought him pure once, a Career. When he and Kiera invited me into their little group, I felt honored, blessed to be consider worthy... But they're all false. They are not Gods. They are not pure nor perfect as I imagined. Myler is flawed, he will die just as the Winters boy will.
But for now, I focus on the task in hand - Killing Damion Winters. I'm not sorry, it's a necessity. He has to die so that I can win.
[Wednesdae attacks DAMION, Broadsword]
[dice=200+1000]
[Deep Gash on Left Bicep -- 8.0 damage]
[Blades -- 9.0]
from the dawn of time to the end of days
i will have to run away
i want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
of the blood on my lips again
[/i][/right]i will have to run away
i want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
of the blood on my lips again
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theme:[/color] "Iron" - Woodkid[/color][/size][rand=181474266108125455178988594561815832185647683218105321544292382896]