Topic: Forgetting the Past, Forging the Future. ((Open))

Crowe Thorne

Date: 2013-04-16 11:29 EST
Was it impossible?

One down. Two more to go. Raven was done for, hopefully still rotting away in his prison, the cold, damp and dark environment swallowing him up into the stomach of strong iron bars. Now he had the big fish to fry, obliterate from the face of Rhydin and have their existence faded from Time's infinite records. He will succeed, he is not the pup among the pack.

Crack

The sharp, welcoming warmth of splinters awoke him from his state of bloodlust, the ticklish trickle of crimson down his knuckles. The dummy's body exploded with his arm buried painfully within the chest as the fist twitched eagerly from behind the back. The head was sunken lifelessly as usual, dents littering the dead wood, the face a scarred mess of its former, marvellous oak past.

Crowe stood silent for some moments in the gym, alone and at peace in the empty hall, only him and his thoughts. It was the early morning, or it was to everyone else, he hadn't slept and didn't want to. Shirtless a beads of sweat trailed down his luscious, black fur and only his stained, bloodied bandages and baggy trousers. His muscles rippled once the arm snapped back, wood dragging across his flesh and the arm swung in one fluid motion to decapitate the tough neck in one powerful swipe.

Crack!

Fake bones snapped asunder and the thick skull flew from its neck, landing and rolling away from the wolf. Hot air rushed out of his lungs and he panted heavily, his tounge wafted around like bacon in the sun. His chest forced itself upwards then downwards suddenly, a smile cracking on that stern facade. Wicked and full of menacing teeth as his voice wisped out like death?s cold hand.

"Damn, third one this morning." They will wish they never met him.