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Posted by Anarchy on January 21, 2008, 6:57 am, in reply to "±Sinister±"
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Not today.
Anarchy has a name,
You fool –
It’s
DEATH.
A snarl crossed the brute maw as more flesh ripped under his pearls, leaving a large wound upon the alpha's neck. Score, that would surely be good for future use. Now, as he steadied himself once more, fire was shot towards him, causing a loud curse to leave his blood creasted maw and causing his pillars to fall limp, sending his stomach slamming into the ground and his head to fall, avoiding what could have been a reall bad wound. Of course, it still had crossed his head, but missed his opticles and anything else that was vital. Another curse left his maw as the brute now looked up,
'Very well..'
His mutter was lost under a loud growl as, without much hesitation, the onyx specked red frame shot forwards, jaws this time aimed for the lower mark upon the brute's neck, the bone between you shoulderblade and neck. Mostly hollow, it would rip with a mere slice, his pearls easily peircing into the flesh which he now gripped, swinging his head from side to side before pushing himself away. Why didn't he think of it, in his idle thoughts he knew the beast would probably have some kind of blessing, his only a fiestering piece of flame.
Well that could still come in handy. Not once stopping, Anarchy picked his pace back up and continued to circle the alpha, his mind ticking over whatelse he could yet do, attacks and counters of his own ready and lingering within his mind. Once more allowing a snarl to cross his maw, the brute watched with those chaotic red opticles, the mark on the other brute's neck almost.. satisfying. Pink muscle emerged to run along his kissers and nose, soon going back to trace over his blood-salty pearls before disappearing back into his trap. This was going to be fun.
Put your arms down,
Lower your voice,
There is no choice
This world is mayhem,
Your screams are
Ordinary.
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