Post by stacey on Jan 29, 2009 16:42:51 GMT -5
[glow=red,6,300]Akquill[/glow]
[glow=red,1,300]The Undead Master..... He has returned.[/glow]
[glow=red,2,400]A shadow drifted in and out of the only light that brightened up this heap of junk. The moon shone it's blueish silver glow upon the land, but there was more than enough darkness to trick one's vision of the world. Skeleton paws slowly came to a stop as if the creature owning them had grown tired. Although being undead means you have endless stamina, no muscles to grow tired. Just the rotting flesh of a long ago body. A body this creature once loved. Once he had died, it changed him. Resent and wicked thoughts began to tempt with out Mersey. Then a month later, after death, he awoke. By this time nature had taken it's course on the corpse and eaten away most of his flesh and reveled his bones. He had once been a strong male, just in his prime. Then he got sick and what he had left him. For days, maybe weeks after he had gotten sick he died. Alone and full of anger against what had taken him.
Hollow ghost like eyes shifted downward as if looking at the ground. For a second the undead stood still and very silent, before looking back up. A black cloud of exhaust exhaled from his nose. Skeleton paws curled up as if muscles retracted them and the creature leaped from where it was standing and jumped in to the across shadows. Clicks can be heard on the pavement as bone collides against the grown.
Adventuring for right this moment, but suddenly he stopped. even though the face of this creature was just a skull, he could smell this invisible line before him. 'This could be very dangerous, or very interesting. A echoing voice bounced off the walls of his cranium. Although the body hesitated and then turned around. A confrontation of the fetal kinds is not what he had in mind. Sticking around the edges of the territory would be knowledgeable if he was to ever come across a pack mate. Skeleton paws again creep across the asphalt roads and over to a high stacked junk pile. This would be a great vantage point to look down from. He might be able to seek out pack mates with out them even realizing. Leaping up on to the pile, the undead had trouble climbing, but after a few more seconds and a good grip with his skeleton paws he made his way up to the top. Turning toward the territory, hollow eyes then look around the junk piles for any moving forms.[/glow]
[glow=red,1,300]The Undead Master..... He has returned.[/glow]
[glow=red,2,400]A shadow drifted in and out of the only light that brightened up this heap of junk. The moon shone it's blueish silver glow upon the land, but there was more than enough darkness to trick one's vision of the world. Skeleton paws slowly came to a stop as if the creature owning them had grown tired. Although being undead means you have endless stamina, no muscles to grow tired. Just the rotting flesh of a long ago body. A body this creature once loved. Once he had died, it changed him. Resent and wicked thoughts began to tempt with out Mersey. Then a month later, after death, he awoke. By this time nature had taken it's course on the corpse and eaten away most of his flesh and reveled his bones. He had once been a strong male, just in his prime. Then he got sick and what he had left him. For days, maybe weeks after he had gotten sick he died. Alone and full of anger against what had taken him.
Hollow ghost like eyes shifted downward as if looking at the ground. For a second the undead stood still and very silent, before looking back up. A black cloud of exhaust exhaled from his nose. Skeleton paws curled up as if muscles retracted them and the creature leaped from where it was standing and jumped in to the across shadows. Clicks can be heard on the pavement as bone collides against the grown.
Adventuring for right this moment, but suddenly he stopped. even though the face of this creature was just a skull, he could smell this invisible line before him. 'This could be very dangerous, or very interesting. A echoing voice bounced off the walls of his cranium. Although the body hesitated and then turned around. A confrontation of the fetal kinds is not what he had in mind. Sticking around the edges of the territory would be knowledgeable if he was to ever come across a pack mate. Skeleton paws again creep across the asphalt roads and over to a high stacked junk pile. This would be a great vantage point to look down from. He might be able to seek out pack mates with out them even realizing. Leaping up on to the pile, the undead had trouble climbing, but after a few more seconds and a good grip with his skeleton paws he made his way up to the top. Turning toward the territory, hollow eyes then look around the junk piles for any moving forms.[/glow]
