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Post by WHITE TIMBER on Jul 4, 2015 16:07:10 GMT -5
They all say different things. They all think different things. None of them know anything at all. The rumors run rampant among the lesser organisms, their intense yearning to be up to my level so overwhelming, their poor little minds succumb to the demands and they thrive on nothing. All fantasy, all of it. Such fairy boys, oh how I loathed faggots. My mind churned with memories ancient and new, with past successes and failures as well as the present success. And as my hit list expanded, grew, and my enemies enhanced, my life of normalcy remained the same. And they always wondered why I disappeared from time to time. The problem was, I had an army when I called upon them, but I had many enemies to boot. It was exhausting, tracking them all down. The morsels ran, all of them, with their false authorities and their fake, invisible crowns. With their insolent, audacious claims, such violations of my law had only one punishment- death. I am Satan, children, and I will burn you all. I watched now, intense eyes of brilliant auric glared openly into my reflection. The river's glassy surface quivered. The base iron, fibrous strands tipped in onyx and under laced with alabaster caused for a rather clashing and alluring backdrop. My steely lips pulled into the usual taut frown. My expression rarely changed, softened. That was unheard of. If I wavered it only meant I was able to stifle the beast for a short time, but by his due, he would return with a vengeance each and every episode. My wavering should not be confused with quarter, I could never. My selfish persona simply wouldn't allow it, and so I maintained my dignity. At all costs. My sitting position wouldn't dare take from my actual size, such a colossal as I was unmistakable from a far distance, and as I glared at myself, the left chipped ear flicked abruptly. I was an ancient beast, but my appearance was that of a middle aged wolf. Only a fool would believe that's what I was entirely. The mire beneath my massive, founding paws gave way to the sheer weight, tracking my moves even without my say so. And as I stood to my full potential, the sod faltered even more so. I pivoted gracefully, hind limbs crisscrossed whilst forelimbs navigated just so, redirecting dial toward the tree line which brimmed the moistened ground. The river called to me, it always did. And it's distant roaring rapids shot memories through my old mind, causing animosity to ignite. As I breached the brush, everything scattered. Creatures of the sky perched, silenced. Creatures of the earth scuttled, hid. The devil walked, and all cleared my path. Each paw cast forth was sound and surely, effortlessly meandering prodigious iron mass around and over the obstacles: fallen trees, stumps, boulders, and impassible patches of shrubbery and thorn. My posture screamed royal, my head held at a regal level whilst my eyes scanned the landscape. My pace never slowed or quickened, never glacial or rapid. I was just, I was so, and everything was intentional. My destination was not established nor did I wish it so, but merely did I mean to reap any havoc worth reaping. I was in a mood, and I felt that reminding the world of who I am would suffice right about now. The ignited rage now amplified, the source unknown and involuntary. Everything within became engulfed with this white hot rage. Run children run, Satan needs his daily souls. Targets acquired and attacks issued, I was a force to be reckoned with. I am heaven, I am hell. I am life, I am death. May God have mercy on your souls, for I know I won't. I am White Timber.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2015 13:35:42 GMT -5
it had only been i of the hellborn linage that had these lands in an iron fist. It had been I who waged wars with the other packs, and rained down hellfire and brimstone. These lands were mine, mine to wreck havoc upon. Mine to destroy if I so wished. So you can understand my frustration when I felt daddy's presence for the first time in centuries. Bloody hell. My gold gaze lifted from my kill, and the blood of the deer smeared across my muzzle. My own colossal form stepped over the now forgotten meal, and moved forward through the shadows to see the silver form of my father. It was only I that stood in his path, and did not scurry away in fear. My own crown was raised regally as I stood an immovable statue of steel. "Hello, father." I spoke in my robust tones, my black coat still blending me with the shadows, though I feared my father naught. |
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Post by WHITE TIMBER on Jul 5, 2015 14:10:48 GMT -5
the stench of blood and his musk combined lead me to believe that none other than hellfire would approach. and soon, the boy broke through the foliage. he stood before me in all his glory, then spoke a formal greeting as if we'd been best friends all our lives. i observed him with a scrutinizing eye, lids narrowing slightly over auric lenses. silver lips pulled in a sneer, partially disclosing noxious bridgework. ears swiveled to pin smoothly to spacious cerebrum, as muscle bound limbs pulled to align perfectly beneath silver, prodigious mass. ceasing eloquently, we now stood toe to toe, snout to snout, eye to eye, about a foot's distance.
"state your business."
baritones crashed like rolling thunder, emitting the command without hesitation. tassel twitched ,slicing through the atmosphere abruptly. it'd been some time since i'd last seen hellfire, so this reunion would be a rather interesting encounter. had he changed? had he learned to respect anyone besides himself? or was the boy so much like me, that he'd emerged on top in this world. was he every inch of his father, or would he become his own accord. his next words would expose the boy in all his self-righteousness. my masterpiece.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2015 14:23:52 GMT -5
his lips pulled back into a sneer, and his huge bulking form to me. We stood nose to nose, paw to paw, and eye to eye. My own ears mimicked my old man's, flattening to my crown, and lips peeling up to reveal my own deadly canines. My eyes held the faintest amount of red, something I was always told by my mother made it look like I carried hell around in my eyes. "I was just seeing how my old man was doing." My muzzle smoothed out into my signature smirk. "And to what I owe this visit to. Thousands of years, and you just now come here?" My voice wasn't snide, and if he took me for being disrespectful he was just looking for trouble. I would not cower to him though. I never would. |
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Post by WHITE TIMBER on Jul 5, 2015 14:43:50 GMT -5
a quaint response from the mongrel as he lied his way through the command. of course he was just wondering how i was fairing - of course. then he questioned me, as if i were to be interrogated by my own son.
"i was simply taking a stroll. happened to run into you."
thunderous tones voiced, dripping in honesty and laced in toxic hate. he mimicked my stance, two goliaths glaring each other down. he smirked, was the fool mocking me? he'd know the devil soon enough if he were to mock me, interrogate. had the world forgotten who i was? was it overdue for a reminder, in the worst of catastrophes?
"and what path have you taken since our last skirmish?"
genuinely, i wanted to know if he'd been of the neutral, dark, or light path since our last tussle. no son of mine would be a shepherd of light or a beacon of neutrality, he'd better be one hell of a devil if he wanted to survive this interaction.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 0:41:27 GMT -5
just take a stroll eh? for thousands of miles? i highly doubted that, but since i had lied to him i would let this one slide. i knew my dominance was yanking him the wrong way, but i refused to bow my head to him just because he thought himself to be high and mighty. the apple didn't fall far from the tree in this case, now did it? he asked me what path i followed since our less scrimmage, and i barked out a laugh. really? i shook my crown, and took a step back. "dark, father, just as i've always been dark since the day i was born in the bowels of Hell. dark since you beat the sense of the path into me. i have, and will always be dark. do you doubt me?" i asked with an arch of my eyebrow, my gold orbs staring at him. i wouldn't be surprised if he did doubt me. my father was almighty in his eyes, and no one would ever compare. |
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Post by WHITE TIMBER on Jul 9, 2015 19:48:54 GMT -5
He spoke as if the dark alignment was what I meant. Of course he would be written off if he followed the light or even neutrality. Brilliant auric lenses observed the boy as he gave his speech, and brows knitted tightly together as he finished.
"mmh."
The thunderous whir of a hum expelled in a lack-luster resonance. He aimed to impress me? He still had much to prove if he would ever gain my ultimate approval. I had many prodigal sons, and it was sad this one was such a late bloomer.
Aside from my nonchalant response, I allowed silence to cloak us. Auriferous irises never tore from his own, as posture never waned. Stance demanded respect and fear yet offered none in return. He mirrored me, standing high and mighty as he sat atop that fine high horse. But he would soon learn that my horse was higher, and my horse was finer.
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