A demon of matted fur and four twisted, knarled horns is doing battle within the forest, his plae blue coat shimmering, as if covered by frost. Snow flickers of his wickedly cruel, slate-grey sword, and a coldness is within his eyes. He, like many others, was confused as to wy he was fighting, demons with a hold over less powerful demons manipulated them to do their bidding, and Aura, a demon of chill mountain air, could do naught but accept. From his chippen hooves, came strong, muscular and higly powerful legs, covered in the matted shaggy fur, with nothing but a cloth loin at the top, decorated with carved pine. Animal hidesadorned his back, accented by more wooden carvings, intricate ones of snowflakes and goats, as a reminder of his previous land, the territory of a nomadic winter tribe, based on the mountains. Those were better days than this putrid war, he wished to break free, however found the concept daunting to say the least. He let loose an angry cry of pain as a fox's sharp teeth dug into him. A brutal round axe carved into the beasts head, his long braided beard swinging with his arm. He pulled his weapon out, thpught back to his tribe and decided: "Surely my immortal life has more to give than this!". And with an angry glare, he tore himself away from the battle site "I am a demon, not a puppet! I am more than this!" He yelled to himself in an anguished manner, desperately trying to persuade himself to leave the bloodshed of the gods and demons.
Topic: Forests of gods demons and human (Read 8146 times)