Post by XXSilentXOneXX on Jul 4, 2007 14:28:39 GMT -5
A single howl echoed across the night sky. It was that of a dark wolf... no, not any old dark wolf, their leader. Blood dripped from the fangs of this wolf, a true murderer, he had wipped out all of the light wolves within the time of six months. A smirk eased cross his maw, as he streched his claws in and out on the rocks below him. He stood from his sitting position and let out a second, more powerful howl. It would surely run shivers down the backs of any intruders. His tail swayed in the midnight breeze, he stood on top of a mountain, looking down upon his lands.
As the new leader of this land, he would search for dark alliences and killers who would join his raging death pack. Any wolves that tried to stop his rule, would die a slow painful death. Cries of death and agonizing pain rang in his ears, the sound he loved so much. Last breaths and fatel strikes. Sickness and war. He would slowly tear the rest of the world apart, piece by piece. Darkness filled the dry night air, as he broke into an hysterical laughter, thinking only of all the killing he had done in the past.
Death Row, that's what his father had named this place. He respected it's horrid name. This place was disgusting, yet excellent for him. And so upon his howls, he crowned himself king of the land. He was stuck here for an eternity, but now free from his old pack's rule, he could do what he wanted... when he wanted.
The Death Row lands were now owned by a true killer... Hunter Nightfang.
As the new leader of this land, he would search for dark alliences and killers who would join his raging death pack. Any wolves that tried to stop his rule, would die a slow painful death. Cries of death and agonizing pain rang in his ears, the sound he loved so much. Last breaths and fatel strikes. Sickness and war. He would slowly tear the rest of the world apart, piece by piece. Darkness filled the dry night air, as he broke into an hysterical laughter, thinking only of all the killing he had done in the past.
Death Row, that's what his father had named this place. He respected it's horrid name. This place was disgusting, yet excellent for him. And so upon his howls, he crowned himself king of the land. He was stuck here for an eternity, but now free from his old pack's rule, he could do what he wanted... when he wanted.
The Death Row lands were now owned by a true killer... Hunter Nightfang.