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Posted by Anarchy on January 24, 2008, 6:26 am, in reply to "±Sinister±"
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Not today.
Anarchy has a name,
You fool –
It’s
DEATH.
As his pillars were now dragged forwards, all Anarchy could do was watch, his mind buzzing and muscles stinging as he pulled against it. Pearls gritted as he attempted to open his maw, to right the sharing wolf right out of his mind. As his voice once more barked into the air, anger pulsed at his skull, small veins popped at the side of his head as he continued to grind his pearls, listening to each word spoken. If he could talk he would definantly be speaking him own mind right now. Pushing, again and again. The least he could do was tire the beast within him out, slow him down to a pathetic pace.
'Bastard..'
It was a wheeze but none the less his own deep lyrics. A mental snarl rolled through the body, atleast that was a start, right? Slowly he felt his head tug down and his hind pillars rise, jaws clamp and great pain. Screams, they were all he could manage in his state, not that any being of sound would be heard. 'Kill me now, win like the weak being you are; fight me fairly, we'd both be weak and the true one would come out on top, oh right, you're to scared..' once more his mind pulsed as his pearls grinded, this stupid brute was screwing with him and he didn't care if the words didn't get throught.
There was no way he would give up now, not after all he had just previously done, not after the blessings he had managed to avoid to an extent. As his jaw continued to grind, he tugged, trying to break the cord that held them together, trying to break the blessing. Most likely it would be useless, he was dealing with a monster and it would probably end in his own slaughter, while the sick bastard would watch his subject kill himself. And he dared call Anarchy the demon.
Put your arms down,
Lower your voice,
There is no choice
This world is mayhem,
Your screams are
Ordinary.
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