Battle Ram
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"Tsk, tsk... No no, this will not do at all..." the dark haired young man muttered. He was standing on a rooftop of what looked like an old, gothic style house, its large and steep rooftops sloped elagantly and trimmed with spires at the top. He was, infact, standing ontop of one of these very spires, his toes of either foot barely on the metal that made it. His golden gaze was turned to the north of his position, where smoke was rising from where had been a lush forest. From what he could feel, there were darker things than him lurking in the night now. A frown graced his elegant pale face as he looked, dissaproval clear in his expression, "If they come, then I will not be one of the most feared beings anymore... Not that it really matters to me, I have probably been all but forgotten by now..." he sighed softly, the wings on his back spreading, the orange membrane seeming to shimmer as the moonlight shone through them. With a small leap he was airborn, his large wings beating gently against the currents to keep him aloft.
I wonder what the Masters are going to do about this... he mused to himself, a small smirk crossing his face. They would more than likely need to find more of their kind, demons were not ones to make truces if he recalled correctly. Landing in the middle of the streets below, he tucked his wings against his back and began to casually stoll down the street, his multiple adornments on his black and orange oufit jingling softly as he moved. Though he thought the outlook somewhat grim, he held a soft smile on his face.
