Of Blood And Stars (Dread Wolf Supremacy RP#1)
Jan 18, 2020 17:10:24 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Jan 18, 2020 17:10:24 GMT -5
The time draws near.
Upon a plateau of rock, Dread Wolf sits, illuminated by the fire before him. In his hands he holds the Shooting Star Cup, filled now with some dark liquid.
I have not spoken, because my words were not needed.
I have conserved my strength because it did not need to be spent.
I defeated Bellatrix Taylor for possession of this cup, to claim my opportunity. In turn she was able to defeat me to claim whatever she feels such an achievement grants her. I respect her fortitude. She is a warrior of great spirit.
No such respect do I have for Sebastian Grey. I was selected to be his partner with no consultation nor any desire to form a team with him. I had already defeated him and found him wanting. I had no qualms to abandon him. Let him seek vengeance if he dares.
Nor do I respect the Dark Brothers, for while I respect their cunning in seeking to strike while I was preoccupied with the White Star, they were so foolish as to not finish the job. When your prey is at your mercy, you must strike unrelentingly to ensure they never rise again. I have risen, and so I will teach them this lesson myself in due course.
As for the squabbles of contractual matters, I have no concern. Who ultimately holds my contract is no important. This company's name or its affiliations do not matter to me. All that matters is to take my due.
He raises the Shooting Star Cup, and pours its contents onto himself. By the flickering firelight we can now see that the liquid was blood, his face stained red as it sets in a snarl
The time draws near, and so for Donny Deville time runs out. I will claim the Phantomweight World Championship, and so will all witness the stars themselves consumed in my Supremacy. In the darkness beyond I will feast upon the terror, and so will my power grow. All hope will fade as the singular truth becomes clear:
You are all my prey.
The Dread Wolf has spoken.
Upon a plateau of rock, Dread Wolf sits, illuminated by the fire before him. In his hands he holds the Shooting Star Cup, filled now with some dark liquid.
I have not spoken, because my words were not needed.
I have conserved my strength because it did not need to be spent.
I defeated Bellatrix Taylor for possession of this cup, to claim my opportunity. In turn she was able to defeat me to claim whatever she feels such an achievement grants her. I respect her fortitude. She is a warrior of great spirit.
No such respect do I have for Sebastian Grey. I was selected to be his partner with no consultation nor any desire to form a team with him. I had already defeated him and found him wanting. I had no qualms to abandon him. Let him seek vengeance if he dares.
Nor do I respect the Dark Brothers, for while I respect their cunning in seeking to strike while I was preoccupied with the White Star, they were so foolish as to not finish the job. When your prey is at your mercy, you must strike unrelentingly to ensure they never rise again. I have risen, and so I will teach them this lesson myself in due course.
As for the squabbles of contractual matters, I have no concern. Who ultimately holds my contract is no important. This company's name or its affiliations do not matter to me. All that matters is to take my due.
He raises the Shooting Star Cup, and pours its contents onto himself. By the flickering firelight we can now see that the liquid was blood, his face stained red as it sets in a snarl
The time draws near, and so for Donny Deville time runs out. I will claim the Phantomweight World Championship, and so will all witness the stars themselves consumed in my Supremacy. In the darkness beyond I will feast upon the terror, and so will my power grow. All hope will fade as the singular truth becomes clear:
You are all my prey.
The Dread Wolf has spoken.