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Post by Alice (Rae) on Feb 16, 2013 14:56:00 GMT -5
DeSoto strode through the lush landscape where a large, white castle stood in the distance. His yellow eyes were half shut, an expression of misery on the hellion's features. Teeth were showed, jaws parted slightly, as always, taking in every part of his surroundings. He was an ancient monster, disgusted by the impurity of his fellows. Why would they dare to mate with such lowly creatures? The blood should be kept pure. He was not narcissistic, he was aware he was not terribly attractive in any way... But still... No, he was an elitist. Crossbreeding was a terrible sin to him, something that should be punished. But many grew weak these days... A heave escaped him as he twitched an ear in the direction of movement. He shifted his gaze and watched a small rodent dart from the bushes. Such foolishness. He was on it in an instant. It quickly went down his gullet, barely dead.
(Sorry for the fail. Just trying to get in the swing of things with this guy.)
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