Caeli filius mortis
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- Posted: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 04:14:20 +0000
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Licking his elongated canines hugrily the wolf-esque character that had named itself genocide looked up sharply when the captain of their so called team deemed them dismissed. He didn't mind working with these with these other enders. They understood to leave him alone for the most part, and he understood not to kill random people he saw in alleys. At least not often.
"I still understand shy we dont just kill them all."
The words were muttered under his breath in harsh, beastial tones. His voice was a gravelly husk of what was once a normal deep bass. Smoking ciggarettes and yelling, roaring, and inhaling debris had done nothing for it. As it was, though Genocide began to make his way to his room, he needed his things. Mainly his ciaggarettes and bourban. Actually, those two things summed up his travel luggage.