Post by La Mort on Jul 31, 2006 20:30:37 GMT -5
Satan's paws careened him around the terra. A smirk on his face proved its innocence: he had recently killed a rabbit. The carcass lay rotting in the sun, flies already laying egs upon its neck wound. No other marks covered its bodice, for the feline did not eat it, only did he kill it. Let the vultures pick it away. His tail twitched, eyes glowing.
No heaven could survive where this cat plodded. Surely an evil this great would destroy and pure and good source within its way, its path.
Let the darkness seep into the minds, let the evil take control. Twitching upon the earth every mortal shall lie, dead or alive, convulsing upon every attack of a demonic force. Let the devil worship alone, the heavens shall split, upon a hell surviving...
The words etched upon his brain, all words. Soul scathed, tainted, unholy. His ivories clicked each other as he easily trotted over the ground. None would suspect a soul so durty from a cat so clean. Tis part of the job his pelt shine ebon, for if not, his true mistress would make it rot within the ground, upon the death of this feline.
A clan he had joined, a good one he hoped. A force such as him shall help anyone he joins. But for him to truly join, all members must prove themsleves worthy of having him. Course loung smacked across the upper lip of the brute. His claws kneaded into the ground as he stood, audits twitching. He listened to every movement, smelt every smell, watching every being. His nares flared, investingating the ash ridden air for other of a kind. Pillars moved orderly, easily, over the ground. This clan better be easy...[/color]
No heaven could survive where this cat plodded. Surely an evil this great would destroy and pure and good source within its way, its path.
Let the darkness seep into the minds, let the evil take control. Twitching upon the earth every mortal shall lie, dead or alive, convulsing upon every attack of a demonic force. Let the devil worship alone, the heavens shall split, upon a hell surviving...
The words etched upon his brain, all words. Soul scathed, tainted, unholy. His ivories clicked each other as he easily trotted over the ground. None would suspect a soul so durty from a cat so clean. Tis part of the job his pelt shine ebon, for if not, his true mistress would make it rot within the ground, upon the death of this feline.
A clan he had joined, a good one he hoped. A force such as him shall help anyone he joins. But for him to truly join, all members must prove themsleves worthy of having him. Course loung smacked across the upper lip of the brute. His claws kneaded into the ground as he stood, audits twitching. He listened to every movement, smelt every smell, watching every being. His nares flared, investingating the ash ridden air for other of a kind. Pillars moved orderly, easily, over the ground. This clan better be easy...[/color]
