The black war machine does not come out of the trees.
He bowls them over. Rolling over them with a thunderous growl he steps wildly and recklessly, moving about with an abandon that would make even the darkest individual take notice. He waits--the smell of another pushing his nostrils and turning his entire body. Black wings rest, talons grasping his chest and sinking deep into the flesh. Deimos walks in a trail of his own blood and draws himself back into the shadow, looking at her. Curious hate dances across his face and he snarls in her direction. The fairies drew her here. I will make quick use of her.
He waits, resting back on his heels. He knows she can smell him.
He waits.
His time is coming.
He will destroy them all.
*OOC: Very short, I'm sorry. Screaming baby won't take nap
He bowls them over. Rolling over them with a thunderous growl he steps wildly and recklessly, moving about with an abandon that would make even the darkest individual take notice. He waits--the smell of another pushing his nostrils and turning his entire body. Black wings rest, talons grasping his chest and sinking deep into the flesh. Deimos walks in a trail of his own blood and draws himself back into the shadow, looking at her. Curious hate dances across his face and he snarls in her direction. The fairies drew her here. I will make quick use of her.
He waits, resting back on his heels. He knows she can smell him.
He waits.
His time is coming.
He will destroy them all.
*OOC: Very short, I'm sorry. Screaming baby won't take nap