Hours had passed, and sleep has still eluded the hunter. King Lev soon found himself alone, and to put things rather bluntly - among the dead. The dead what? Well were glad you asked. There, at the silent killers feet, was a very large eyeball. Moments from the eye, were strings of gore, flesh... and hair. The remains of just one - of the three Titans hed wandered into the Forest to slay. Looking down at his blood-covered hands, Lev couldnt help the sensations of pleasure growing within him. With a swipe of the sword in his right hand, he split the eye, which gushed profusely with fluids. Some of it had come out so fast, that it sprayed the Corporal in the face. Disgusted, the clean freak wiped off his face, smearing the blood over his cheek in a thin red layer without notice. The man then spat at the dead, not find of their putrid blundering, their casual destruction, and their wild stench. Pffft, scum. Another perfect uniform destroyed. I will need more than just mere bleach to remove your filth from my suit! The azure-haired male shouted angrily, stabbing the huge gore-filled eye. This time the fluid only dripped down from the stabbing. Gritting his teeth, Lev jerked the sword back out of the large eye, and then kicked it like an oversized yoga ball, into the sliced up head paces away. The eye made a sickening smash against the skull, flattering in some twisted form of slow motion. It sprayed everywhere and made a further mess - one not even this Corporal cared to clean up. Smirking, Lev turned his back to his deviance, and whistled for his horse. Behind him the King of the hunt, left three felled beasts. All missing heads. All left scattered, with their entrails left tangled, exposed - and in a sloppy pile that spelled the art of evil. As Lev headed back to his Quarters, he couldnt help but... smile. // WRITTEN IN THE FAVOR OF THE DIZ. #UHOHLEVMADEAMESS #ANDSISNOTPICKUPAFTERHIMSELF #APOCALYPSE!!
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 10:11:41 +0000
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