12-19-2016, 10:31 AM
Waylan
In the home of murders and psychos, our wickedly handsome bachelor remains. He spends his days aimlessly wandering secluded canyons within his country, hunting for sport. Unfortunately for him few creatures and equine call the wasteland home, so what's a guy gotta do to kill around here?
With the change in seasons, and his growing hormones practically guiding his hunt. The brute had begun to creep up upon the ladies of Pangea, lured by their autumn stench like a mouse to cheese. His ruby eyes gleamed as he came upon one by one, watching from a distance his teeth tempted to bite into them, ripping flesh off their bones like a vulture to tame his blood lust. But he knew all too well, one can't just sit there and allow their flesh to be pecked off, they always run, they always scream in their pathetic mannerism of panic.
For once he conceals himself in his form of stealth, allowing his crimson gems to be the only part of his body visible, as he sneaks up upon another. Guided by his pathetic hormones, he shuffles through the little foliage within the clearing, allowing his presence to be known. Allowing himself to appear, a crocodile grin spread wide across his velvet lips, as the wind played at his rugged porcelain mane. inspecting her, with blood red eyes, circling her like a like a shark. His jaw clenched in temptation, if only he could snap out at her just briefly, and tank a piece of flesh from her body. It would be little to nothing to tame his blood lust that pulsated through his veins.
"What's a little bird like you doing all alone?" His rugged deep vocals are emitted with a perked tone of interest. His body continues to circle her, his tail lashing with anticipation. As he allows his frame to flicker in and out of view, allowing his circle to wrap tighter around her. "Care to share a name little bird?" His gaze wanders briefly, as a roguish grin forms upon his lips.
With the change in seasons, and his growing hormones practically guiding his hunt. The brute had begun to creep up upon the ladies of Pangea, lured by their autumn stench like a mouse to cheese. His ruby eyes gleamed as he came upon one by one, watching from a distance his teeth tempted to bite into them, ripping flesh off their bones like a vulture to tame his blood lust. But he knew all too well, one can't just sit there and allow their flesh to be pecked off, they always run, they always scream in their pathetic mannerism of panic.
For once he conceals himself in his form of stealth, allowing his crimson gems to be the only part of his body visible, as he sneaks up upon another. Guided by his pathetic hormones, he shuffles through the little foliage within the clearing, allowing his presence to be known. Allowing himself to appear, a crocodile grin spread wide across his velvet lips, as the wind played at his rugged porcelain mane. inspecting her, with blood red eyes, circling her like a like a shark. His jaw clenched in temptation, if only he could snap out at her just briefly, and tank a piece of flesh from her body. It would be little to nothing to tame his blood lust that pulsated through his veins.
"What's a little bird like you doing all alone?" His rugged deep vocals are emitted with a perked tone of interest. His body continues to circle her, his tail lashing with anticipation. As he allows his frame to flicker in and out of view, allowing his circle to wrap tighter around her. "Care to share a name little bird?" His gaze wanders briefly, as a roguish grin forms upon his lips.
He's So Bad, But he Does It So Well
@[Karsi] I tried :P