Post by Redcloud on Feb 10, 2009 22:39:13 GMT -5
He watched the twirling blackness beyond, his big, almost ecstatic eyes watching every twirl, every whisp. So beautiful, yet so bleak. He turned his scarred, jagged face, eyeing the fungus strewn trees behind him, dragging his rasping tongue across his whiskers. Who would have guessed this place had an edge, and end? This place where his name had been long forgotten, where all that remained of his mind was the startled face of his killer and the strong, radiant, glowing hope for revenge? Who knew? Maybe with the sudden introduction of this twirling black at the edge of his Hell, maybe he'd finally please that growing hunger, the glowing hope. With a ragged chuckle and a shake of his well muscled, striped fur, he stepped forward, paws finding hold on what should be nothing. Oh well. Logic had no place in Hell. And who knew? Maybe this darkness would hold the revenge he sought so much.
(Hooray for Badger! I began to miss my little psychopath. I didn't exactly know what to do, so decided that he was going to keep true to the promise he made himself and invade Owlfoot's head....am i a terrible person for doing this?)
(Hooray for Badger! I began to miss my little psychopath. I didn't exactly know what to do, so decided that he was going to keep true to the promise he made himself and invade Owlfoot's head....am i a terrible person for doing this?)