he can feel power from others with but a SINGLE breath, sense divinity and intelligence, great bravery, good and evil all —- a creature of divine will, a seasoned warrior, perhaps it is only fitting that he wander the halls of the island that begs for the presence of POWER. that screams for bloodlust. the weapon doesn't feel right in his hands, but it has done the work he wills it to with great skill and dexterity. the rim, coated with a slimy residue and rusted blood, dents in many spots, it is with great SAVAGERY that he's moved and acted upon. oh, how BEAUTIFUL the bloodshed would have been if he was at full power!
a door is shouldered open with relative ease, hollow footsteps ringing, and the flick of his ears pick it up. A WARZONE! he acts not on altruism, but curiosity and perhaps even a want to shed blood, as he approaches the noise. glorious and dangerous both, the heaviness of his heart beats wildly and VIOLENTLY within his ribcage. and then just as quickly as he moves, he stops. a beast rent on the floor, twitching in the last throes of life, and a woman standing above its body. fingers tap against the steel beam in his grip, swinging it to rest against his shoulder. ❝a pity. i was HOPING you'd leave something for me.❞
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