- a flicker of a soul - {freedom/slav}

[ForeverPain]

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[atrb=background, i46.tinypic.com/2j27r80.jpg] He felt like an outline of himself without anything inside. It was like an empty soul wandering around without a care for anyone other then blood and killing. The stag couldn't help himself when it came to kill anymore. The moment that it was open and there for the taking he wanted it. He was out for blood, for flesh, for bone. He snorted shaking his head hearing the voices speaking to him in it's screechie voice. ”Kill him! Kill him! Kill the blue one! Kill him! Kill him!” he heard it demanding causing him to grind him teeth and roll his eyes back while his torns pinned against his black cranium. God damn this voice! It was like a thousand demons telling him what they wanted him to do constantly demanding, seeking, calling to him. They wanted blood, they needed it, it was like he had to keep them alive. But was this the ghost of his father? The ghost of himself? Who ever these voices were he couldn't help but appease them. It was like if he didn't they made his life a living hell and began to tear him apart from the inside out. They began to scream and rattle the bars of their cage demanding louder and louder until he couldn't help but fill their need. When the demons were happy though he felt himself filled with this amazing strength and a pleasurable tingling that went through out his whole body telling him he had done a good job. It was if they were stroking him telling him he was a good boy although he couldn't help but find himself getting the benefits. The ebony monster wandered through the night of the north feeling the darkness swarm in caressing his dark frame with those feelings again. It was almost as if he was absorbing their bodies into his own to fill him with more power but what did he know. He doubted he was all that sane anymore. But what was a guy to do? The king of the darkness slithered down the hill side with darkness cloaking his form using him as an accessory. He was no more then a pawn at time and others he was the master of it wielding it's power as his own. It was like there was a monster standing where the king had once been. But that was almost how it should have been he supposed. It had been how he had been raised to be and he was slowly turning into the monster that his father had been consuming and desiring the darkness as his own. The scents and sounds of darkness surrounding continuing to screech into his ear demanding that there needed to be blood shed tonight. He groaned softly and tossed his head tossing it and closing his eyes. ”I'm working on it alright! I'll get to it when I can!” he shouted back at the darkness in his mind feeling it swirl around and begin to get more restless. ”The blue one! The blue one! He isn't your friend! He isn't your friend! He's one of them! One of them!” it replied back loudly as though it was a child stamping it's feet and jumping up and down throwing a fit about not getting it's way. ”Dragon isn't one of them...I don't think...” he replied frowning slightly mulling over the words and snorting softly. ”Lies! Lies! He left you for her! For her! That eastern! The one from the east! He is one of them! One of them!” it replied back continuing the temper tantrum. He wasn't sure that the darkness was wrong but part of him told him that darkness didn't know what it was talking about. ”Do you want to be fed or not? Then shut up!” he snapped at them outloud feeling darkness retract from him slightly in shock before beginning it's slow cold caress again wanting to get what it desired so heavily. The great black wings opened before he took off to the skies slowing soaring over head of the forest of pine beneath his black bodice. Only moments into his flight did he see a doe digging through the pine needles in search of food not expecting the two thousand pound beast to slam into her knocking her down quickly snapping her spine. She was paralyze, black eyes staring up in terror, as a flash of fangs ended her short life. The blood was lapped up as it slowly began to pour of the now dead creature while darkness began to purr loudly, tendrils creeping up his legs causing a cold pleasurable pain to travel through his form, causing him to tremble slightly letting out a short moan and closing his eyes. He finished sating the darkness feeling as though the demons were appeased now which would allow him to enjoy the rest of the evening. His daggers moved silently through the pine needles as he scouted out his territory wondering whom could be lurking around here at night to toy with... ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; HellBorn ll gorg x qatar ll eight years old ll 21 hh ll telepath & extra strength ll hellfire, demon form, ram, pulse detection ll dark grey eyes ll Born here, returned in YEAR 1 Full Manip;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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