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Posted by Anarchy on January 22, 2008, 5:43 am, in reply to "±Sinister±"
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Not today.
Anarchy has a name,
You fool –
It’s
DEATH.
Pearls flashed as he heard the brute move, wings slapped the air in a movement of swift steadiness, lowering him down to break the gap between them. Of course, but now Anarchy should have felt like prey, a defenceless rabbit suffering under the clucthes of an Eagle, but none the less it didn't effect him, merely made the damn brute more determined to win this for his own. But then again, he wasn't about ready to start abusing those within the pack, if there were any, he just wanted to know he could rule over it, take down anyone who dared challenge him as he did now this brute.
As small shards were now aimed in his direction, the brute took this time to throw himself aside, back turned towards the rain, allowing it to strike him. Head was bowed to avoid blinding, but his back now bled in a steady pace as did the alpha's neck. One for one, a smirk crossed his maw, creasing his onyx muzzle up. That blessing was sure to tire the brute greatly, and doing it whilst using his flying blessing wouldn't help. It would surely cause him to not just slow, but soon fall weaker. Keep taking each strike, let him fall weak.
Malcious occuli wandered to meet the form of the alpha, his bells still layed flat upon his skull. A moment passed before he once more kicking into action, trotting at a slow, steady pace, leaping over what was left of the shards that had rained down. There was nothing the brute could do until the alpha landed to face him, let him wear out, let him attack from the air. It would surely tire him greatly, and that's when Anarchy would strike, his own mind summing up plans to accompany these accusations.
Put your arms down,
Lower your voice,
There is no choice
This world is mayhem,
Your screams are
Ordinary.
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