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Post by Andarial on Aug 25, 2009 21:25:08 GMT -5
You can now adopt Armageddon, my character and yes you will be able to have his cool siggie. But first you must prove you can post with his personality. So post a 200 word min. post and I will check it out. Just in caseyou need to know his personality its still up in the accepted application board.
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Post by Trench on Aug 25, 2009 22:08:06 GMT -5
By the way, here's the signature for him. Yes, I made it, and no, you may not alter it in anyway. Kthnx. xD  And the code: [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/Kuroinu/armageddon.png][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/Kuroinu/Armageddonclikie.png[/img][/url] |
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Post by ' ' K.O.T.O.R.I. on Aug 26, 2009 14:19:19 GMT -5
He shouldn't have fallen asleep. No, he shouldn't have, but he did, and he can't just ignore what his mind had told him. Of course not. It would be blasphemy. Forbidden. Taboo. He had been given this chance, this one fucking chance and there was no way he was going to screw it up. No -- if he was anything, Armageddon was smart. Well, he liked to think so. He was determined, and worthy of this honor. Of course he was. He was Armageddon. Arm-ah-gehd-dohn. You hear that? ARMAGEDDON!
His wings shifted, flexing over the arch of his back where he was staring, staring -- no, no, he was really thinking. Or trying to think. Hah, hah. Oh yeah he'd do this. It was easy after all. A dip-shit little tiger managed to do it over the mountains ... and guess where all those used-to-be traitors were now, eh? Oh yeah, you guessed it. They were fleeing and coming this way. Right in his direction. Hah, hah. So simple, to recruit, to spread the word of the future. The devil was coming. Not just coming, he was almost here and he had sent him a dream. Him! Can you believe it? Armageddon, the idiot everyone ignored if they didn't find him attractive, and he was the one who was granted this privileged. The dream had been obvious. Too obvious. So obvious.
Armageddon knew what to do, how to do it -- he had been graced with the plan and the plan was easy. Get a lot of wolves. And he means a lot of wolves. Dozens, hundreds, even thousands once every one took the savior into their hearts and yielded over their strength. Oh yes, this was going to be great. It was his chance. Number one. Numero uno. The big cat ... well, wolf. You get the idea. He was going to do it, too. Make no mistake.
Where was Caira? Bane? Pft. They had left, destroyed by their lusts. Hah, hah. He knew better -- oh, how he knew better. The cat over the border was no big deal. No big deal at all. He hadn't done it right, after all. He made everyone mad, made them all want to leave, but the way to really do it was to make it seem like a gift. To let the other sink deeper and deeper into despair, and then take the reigns and their freedom. It would be seen as a blessing and they'd willingly give themselves over. Oh, he knew exactly how to do it. Didn't you see? Oh-ho-ho, he was going to do it. He stopped staring -- or thinking rather. Yes, thinking.
No need to think anymore, he was done with that nonsense. Thinking was only for the stages before the plan was launched and well, this plan was launching itself. Wings twisted, flexed outward to catch the breeze and the dark-whorls of the wolf's coat seemed almost to fade, to disappear under the might of his muscles, of his body, of his complete and utter surety. Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen, he had made up his mind and he was coming, coming, coming ----- his paws hit the ground, his ears flicked back as he stared outward, but wasn't thinking anymore. No thought needed for this, especially this, this thing that spread out before him. The cliff came, the precipice dropped from his reaching claws and he was falling -- a muscle spasm, a natural instinct pulled his wings up high and caught the wind and he wasn't falling anymore. No, no, no, wings folded in tight against him and he dove, dove so powerfully, so strongly he almost smashed into the ground but Armageddon knew better.
With the very blood in his body he sang praise to his savior, to the devil and knew the moment before he hit the ground he would be saved: his wings flared out and he soared up, up, up, away from the ground, from the mortality of his accelerating heartbeat. Hah, hah. [/color]
word count;; 675
tags;; trying out
OOC;; hah, he's nuts!
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Post by Andarial on Aug 26, 2009 14:31:38 GMT -5
YAY FOR KOTORI! Accepted!
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