Post by Viper on May 13, 2006 12:38:50 GMT -5
Viper growled vicously. Why is this f**king place so empty. We need some kind of way to kill inesent bengs. Laughing at themm endless ly. I need something to do in my spare time. Other then telling the prophecy. That'll wait. I need some 'friends'.
He laughed. That friends. How retarded that idea was. Pointless matter. I need someone to be my servant. Who bows at my feet. Who i can laugh at because off there foolishness. SO very funny. Plus it won't ruin my blood thirsty rain. 'Friends' Well who the hell needs them when you are Hell's? Not me! anyways.
He laughed once more. And looked around. Still, this d**n den needs some people. Needs some point. Needs something. Needs fighting with blood all over. Puppies getting chewed to bits. Dogs with horribly bad pelts. Needs some action maybe.
He looked around imaging his world with dogs. So much blood. So much anger. So much ruleing. He coudl go around killing puppies by his side. Who cared about puppies, dogs. Laughing at them Being blood thirsty. Being a legend, and always remembered.
He howled. The scariest thing you have ever heard. Such a loud and low howl. Huge, and knowing. Asking for any tough dogs to just try being worthy of him.