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The first word to describe this expanse, was a sad state of turmoil. He too even couldn't even help have a slight feel of sorrow for it, it had seemed if the gods themselves carelessly mashed one chunk of faded loam into another, and kept it there until one would stumble so clumsily upon it. And he, sadly enough, had nearly tripped himself over the rotting clumps of mountain flesh. But he could seemingly reason with the supply of flurry dark dirim, that seemed to glimmer in the pale light a sudden flash of achromic. He also couldn't help but reason with the uniqueness of the estranged purlieu. Some thick strange murky feeling inside him, slowly felt a particle of strange emotion that he could not describe, eased into his torn tattered organ.
A mixed pattern of pastel like winds strewn across his distraught optics. Clenching his great jowl, and gnashing it uncertainly together. A thick strange growl excaping his hell burnt tharynx...before he could realize what he had just done. He felt like some certain dog as the guardian of the underworld, but he was no mangy mutt...he was something even better than that.
He straightened his lean viper, outstretching, allowing his muscles to thrust apart willingly. His thin, sliver like audits twitching uncertainly. But nothing among the earth he had heard but his own self, his own insanity snatching him down to the depths of craze once again. But he wasn't going to think about such hell bound things on such a day when he was picking lands astray. He flared his hollows, his eyes still plunking the smallest little details still. Feeling the muscles underneath him suddenly vexed, as if he wanted to run the life right out of him right then. But he wasn't going to become such a fool even in front of trees, it was too much of a embarrassment.
Though he shook his large dome, thick piceous tendrils bounding into the blue yonder, little sparks of porcelain light from the pale azul reflecting off of his split ends. Stopping his strange shaking, tressals rested willingly upon his onyx flesh...a deep burning breath excaping his round hollows. His orracles resting upon small patterns of the clumped dirt, seemingly wishing he could start a little realm of his own, and forgetting the piteous past that had been dragging him down all of his young years. He snapped his fangs together sharply, a loud click echoing throughout the nation. His labious curling like that of a hissing cat, revealing his sharp jagged fangs for only a few pointless minutes before hiding themselves once again. His sharp eyes traced across some broad bustling trees, and stare among the round pound. He sneered slightly, a thick chuckle rumbling from within his thick scratched esophagus.
The only good thing about it, is that I am the King.
He spoke in jutting mumbles, his words could barely be heard...thinking aloud when he truly didn't realize his doings. He pushed his round velvet mug into the earth, inhaling the fresh icy air that stung his nostrils, lowering his mug...he exhaled very slowly. Finally after, meaningless staring, he thrusted his large atramentous unguis outstretching forth, impelling very carefully among the terrain. He wandered very slowly, his footfalls could barely be heard, practicing as he always did...this time he was training on his very silent cat approach. But it was pitiful to train now, so he begun to walk in heavy thick footfalls...alowing his talons to impale the earth with his young masculine weight. His broad sketch thrusted across the vast stretch, as it seemed to him going on for endless hours. It was a very large empty land, but perhaps he didn't deserve such lands. Besides...he had no true plans of finding a mate any time soon, so maybe it was a waste keeping himself here. What was he thinking? Was his heart growing tender with worry? That made him wrathful of anger, and he thrusted his craniul back and forth in berserk motion.
No, this time he was going to be as selfish and greedy as they get. He was going to become much more bitter and heartless and true demon like as they ever get. He was going to speak more of enraged words more than none. Besides in his blood, ran warm with evil. He could feel that evil twisting through his veins like rushing rivers, smashing against the walls to burst one day. He grinned maliciously at such demonly thought, thrusting his skull higher into the cold spirited atmosphere.
He welcomed the strong squall that slashed across his brutish outline, closing his lids slowly, and allowing concentration to spin a thread carefully through his confused flesh. Sighing loudly once again, and slowly opening his round spheres, a smirk slowly outlining his thick labrales. He would greedily snatch these lands for himself, he would be willing to fight himself for it. It was defiantly no use giving a pathetic scream, or call...besides no one could hear him. It was many miles away were another lives...they defiantly wouldn't care. So he wouldn't be a fool, as they say...and pathetically call his kingship when no body could hear him call out.
He grinned favorably once again, his bright non-pigmented ivories glowing luminously, revealing thrill that loomed through out his very structure.
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