Post by Captain on Nov 26, 2009 18:08:16 GMT -5
Name: Therion the Murderer
Breed: Unknown
Age: At least a century, ageless otherwise and look to be about thirteen.
Color: Sand/silver grulla with reverse appaloossa markings. Black stockings on all legs.
Mane and tail: Mane black with white section. Black tail.
Eyes: Sage green
Picture: (old, no longer has wings) UnreleasedMemories.deviantart.com/art/Therion-Refference-112242698
Surely, this was a dream.
This lush, long grass brushing against my legs and tangling in my tail, though I knew in my bones it should be frigid winter...
The things of dreams.
My dreams anyway.
I'd been a relentless killer all my life. Not one second into my life I killed my mother without even knowing it. I had been named Therion then, Demon tongue for murderer. Throughout my life I fulfilled that name, slaying my enemies by the multitudes.
I had once stood and slaughtered at the shoulder of the most powerful being in the world.
Now?
Now my glory days were over. My title long forgotten in the sands of eternity. Now I roamed alone, my sister still clinging to the hope of peace.
Now only one thought rang in my warped mind.
"I'm tired."
Breed: Unknown
Age: At least a century, ageless otherwise and look to be about thirteen.
Color: Sand/silver grulla with reverse appaloossa markings. Black stockings on all legs.
Mane and tail: Mane black with white section. Black tail.
Eyes: Sage green
Picture: (old, no longer has wings) UnreleasedMemories.deviantart.com/art/Therion-Refference-112242698
Surely, this was a dream.
This lush, long grass brushing against my legs and tangling in my tail, though I knew in my bones it should be frigid winter...
The things of dreams.
My dreams anyway.
I'd been a relentless killer all my life. Not one second into my life I killed my mother without even knowing it. I had been named Therion then, Demon tongue for murderer. Throughout my life I fulfilled that name, slaying my enemies by the multitudes.
I had once stood and slaughtered at the shoulder of the most powerful being in the world.
Now?
Now my glory days were over. My title long forgotten in the sands of eternity. Now I roamed alone, my sister still clinging to the hope of peace.
Now only one thought rang in my warped mind.
"I'm tired."