The heavens break to cover them with shattered skies. Grasping the ground with crooked claws, hateful wolven. He's been known as winter see his heart had split into a million shards. In which there is no freedom where he is bound to the sound of their demise. Spites of fire march in rows, Bloody warriors, mother fury still it grows! And again it is time that he dies in the depths of heartlessness. With a twisted smirk the beast had crept forth, his claws gripping at the hard stone surface of the ridge. Anticipation over laps the wolven. His breaths fall heavy for adrenaline plagues him. Ah but there's something new about him.

For there's dying smiling faces, in which he sees tears in joyful eyes. Followed by silent screams, that have carried the sounds of bliss. But there is no leap of faith, and in which the choice ain't yours to make. For your mind can't own the purpose of soul, Under the ground he flies. To hide from the brilliant sky, the sky that had withered and twisted in agony, spilling its sorrow onto the dying earth. And under his armor he cries. Doing it for the one who saved his life, he's done it all. Doing it for the one who stole your life. It all comes down and it all blows up. When he loves the most, he must lose his touch. But when he lives the most, he's already given up. With divine insanity and sweetness in brutality. With chaos in the cradle of lost reality. He's to give up everything. To find the soul within, only to see the wonders of Nothing. Divine insanity; How it all could be. How it all should be. And this is all to the reason of why he had come here tonight, to put an end to a careless rule.

For if you forget all your worries; The bleeding and suffering;
Let your mind rest and live a little more dear Kabos. So forget all your worries with those wounds that'll soon be present and the stumbling you'll soon be doing. So leave all your bullets to the sidelines. Oh how the lights suddenly disappear. And the world falls asleep to the sound of angels singing, the prettiest symphony. And life lies halfway to the night; So dear Kabos forget all your worries and Remorse with the insanity. For soon you'll just have to close your eyes and sleep tight. For your thrown will be re-announced and sweet ol'Riagan will stake claim. With furry and an undying fire, Riagan had made his way along the stone path that was to lead him to his enemy. But Riagan didn't approach with a frown nor a happy smile. He approached with seriousness. His pale yellow eyes' were the only thing that had lit up in the night, for his coat was as dark as the night skies, no deformity nor any lack to perfection. Riagan's large pads had carried him over many miles, his body had also felt the creep of age but he was not to loose to such a weaker pest.

With the song of war thundering over his ears, along with the cracks of thunder and the flashes of lightning. His world was drowned out by the rain and the billowing wind. He had stopped to be face to face with the one he'd be murdering tonight. That seriousness had soon been swept clean and a murderous cackle had arisen. It was time to dance. With the phrase, Oh how the mighty fall. It's time to turn the stone to find another world, and all the roads we've roamed with pride, now decay under our steps of fright. Fall, oh how the mighty fall, The glory fades too soon. He fears that the good of war becomes the fear that our story ends too soon. He saw it all begin so well, but it's our virtues that they sell. And so he might win the war, or be shot down by everything worth living for. He'd make this worth dying for. A snarl was to soon be placed over the sappy, cackling appearance. His toothy grin wasn't to be mistaken as friendly just a tad cocky. "And so the dance must begin, dear Kabos. Just forget all your worries and die peacefully tonight." with words spoken Riagan had made his first move, although he seemed to stand still for several moments, as though savoring, or unsure before he lunged forward. His jaws agape reaching for the scruff of the wolvens nape. Saliva, foam, and slime flew from his jaws spattering across the muddy earth. His paws churned up the wet ground as he moved. The movements itself spoke, they weren’t the graceful movements of a hunter going to take down it’s prey, these were like a juggernaut; Unstoppable charges meant to cause harm at any cost. But only time would tell if he'd make his mark or not.

Puppet:: Riagan
For:: Kabos
words:: 829
Attacks:: II
Dodges:: I
ooc:: ewww. It sucks.