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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 9:05 pm
Marked
He hated him, and that hatred burned deep, deeper then just flesh, it burned right down to his core. She was the reason for that hatred, but he appreciated it, as the raw, festering emotion was striking enough to make him feel sane again, if just for a moment. It made him remember that he was human, and not some shadow.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:42 pm
Mordred
A glimpse of violet. A Great Knight that Wrath had known nothing about, but had attacked anyways, only because Morgana had asked him to bring him to her. Had he been an enemy as well, or was taking him down a mistake? Who's side was he really on? And did it even matter?
He didn't know. He just didn't know.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:47 pm
Lancelot
A great man, shining in white. He watched him ride by on a horse that was just the same, both steed and man a commanding presence, but one of a gentle nobility, of peace, of kindness. He was a good man, and just seeing him then triggered something inside of Wrath, made him believe in hope, made him believe in knights and what they could accomplish.
He wanted to be something that great and mighty someday.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:52 pm
Prison
The steal was cold on his arms, and his body thrashed against them. His tail swung, struck at walls, and his pinchers clacked. Panicked. He wanted out, he wanted out, he didn't want this....
As his body began to shift and transform, he howled. No, he screamed, his voice a high pitched keening screech that echoed off of the walls. He was squeezed, compressed, twisted, turned inside out. It hurt more than anything could ever hurt.
And when it was over, he was cold steel, much like the chains that had bound him.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 9:50 pm
Lake Stories.
Not all spirits were evil, awful things to be afraid of. He learned this, once, when he was younger and came across one that simply wanted to talk, and play games. Perhaps it was a bit of a trickster, but not in any harmful way. It was more fun than anything else, and Wrath had enjoyed himself immensely before the spirit had flitted away, off in search of another.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:00 pm
Red
He was a warrior, but it was often hard to remember just how he had gotten to be this way. At first all he'd wanted was a territory of his own, to live in seclusion on this world. But nobody wanted him, a monster, a horrible shadow. He struck fear into the hearts of those who looked upon him, an unnatural creature, half man, half scorpion.
He had been forced to fight. They had forced him into this battle.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:04 pm
5+ Cards
He struck at the dummy again and again.
"Boy, to me." The voice called, and he looked over his shoulder, towards the source of that booming rumble, his father, who had been watching him for several long moments now.
"A hammer?" He questioned, thick eyebrows raising. "Interesting choice."
It had been many years since he'd begun working on honing his muscles, the war hammer he now practiced with a rather large affair, hefty, and deadly.
"I think I will like the sound it makes when it connects with a skull." He grins, and his dad looks surprised, for a moment, before letting out loud and long peals of laughter.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:08 pm
Great Knight
He was loyal. There was no doubt about that. He always had been. Despite the Red Knights eventual betrayal of the Great King and the other Great Knights, despite the fact that it had not been Morgan at all, but in fact, Morgana, did not make much of a difference to Wrath. He had, for all the time that he had looked up to the Great Knights, respected Red the most. He was a fearsome warrior, a tireless battler. He was strength and poise. He was everything that Wrath wanted to be.
And when he was no longer that, and she took his place, she was a ruler that Wrath would have served.
But now she was gone.
His loyalty, however, remained.
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