| He was alone—always alone. Hidden in the dark caverns and corners of the world. The silence had consumed him, swallowed him whole. Slowly he disappeared and rotted away. The darkness protected him though, letting him thrive, keeping him from becoming nothing but another useless carcass like so many have come to pass. He has a purpose, a message from the very fiery depths of hell. He was carved and manipulated by the very essence of evil. Fed by the lies of the devil himself to whisper into the innocent ears. A seed of wickedness planted within the very black, hollowed heart of his. He is a servant to his master, bent to serve to his will alone, and driven to bring anarchy and devastation. A purpose had already been driven into him since birth. It had grown like a wildfire in him, drive by the internal instinct. He had never been innocent, already was he tainted by sin itself. Sinner is what they have called him. He came as an omen, a force that would not be reckon with. --- It calls to him now. The beast within him calls him from the depths. The hunger of the beast is selfish and manipulative. He answers to it without question. The adrenaline it gives him is more than he can handle. It pushes and flows through his beings, shaping and shifting his form, answering to the craving so eagerly and readily. He is a salve A slave to masters that harbor darkness and destruction—a slave to the beast. He is chained to the core. Hurdling and fleeing to escape is not a thought that crosses his mind. He willingly answers the call, lifting from a lung slumber in the depths of the deepest caverns. --- He shifts and shapes into a wild beast, an instinct that is ever nonetheless natural to him. He is black as the night with red and yellow glowing eyes. A hound on the loose—crying out for blood, craving flesh and bone. The sharp crispy morning air fills his nostrils, catching the scent easily of distant yet near deer. He follows the scent, mouth drooling wildly. The hound moves over the earthen ground. Paws carrying him easily over the rocky dirt parts. His pace is quick and precise. Carefully, he moves through the enclosed forest, twisting and turning around the trees losing their leaves and evergreens. With a quick turn, blinded by the trunk of a wide evergreen, it is when he finds her—a pale grey-lavender girl. He comes to a halt, licking his lips from the smell of flesh and bone that are so near. The smell of deer lingering but fading quickly. The hunger fades too, overcome by curiosity and prying to the lavender girl that stands alone—distracted by some other world, perhaps, or the beauty of the world as the young morning sunlight illuminates the world. |
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Most likely always in his hellhound form