JULY 9, 2014.
Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 6, 2014 22:41:46 GMT -5
{wrath} {word 410} {cataclysm's heart}complacency shall burn.
The juggernaut did not give a flying fuck about whatever the Cataclysm’s Heart was about to do, it was already considered dead within his mind. With the reflective bulk about his body, any dispersed heat was irrelevant and repurposed as a fiery decoration to their sides. Whatever he was screaming about agony fell upon deaf as, the only thing relevant was how he was going to manage to dislodge his foot from the beast’s rear. The blonde scrunched downward, and situated his knees on top of the Vasto Lorde’s abdominals.
“I…” His gigantic anger venting fist lunged forward and punched the curl off of the demon’s lips, the blow detonating on top of the creature like a controlled nuke. He continued, appropriating each of his wrathful syllables with an exploding fist, leaving their imprint within the terrain as they cratered through the ground.
“Don’t…” Blood shot from the ground, his fist leaving a hole in his chest.
“Give…” The descended further than Nabill would be able to see, digging through swiftly and leaving burned dirt and smoke in their wake.
“A…” The creature had a handful of searing holes within it; most likely deceased, but Vaaen still managed to not care. He was washed in fury, imbuing a cocked dextral fist with the bulk of it.
“Fuck!” The tiger growled and bulleted his last jab onto the creature’s breathless face, the blast sending a incensed exhaust up the deep pit within mere milliseconds. If the Cataclysm’s Heart didn’t know wrath when it laid its eyes upon him, it was defined and illustrated with its death. And with a victorious cackle, Vaaen’s widened mouth shot downward and made a five-star dish out of magma.
The King emerged victorious from the hole, planting his feet upon the ground, completely bloodied in his released form, a ruthless grin plastered upon his visage. His dangerous passions had remained unabated by the feat, and were nothing less than empowered by the liberation gifted from Nabill. He looked up at the unstable atmosphere, dimming his eyelids ever so slightly as red liquid cascaded from his lips, “Riposa in pace, you unworthy piece of shit.”
Had the Primera not been present, and Videll not present in his heart, he would have contemplated basking in his triumph and standing in forthcoming death—but it was not time. This was still an early chapter of Wrath, and there were many sequels to come.
“I…” His gigantic anger venting fist lunged forward and punched the curl off of the demon’s lips, the blow detonating on top of the creature like a controlled nuke. He continued, appropriating each of his wrathful syllables with an exploding fist, leaving their imprint within the terrain as they cratered through the ground.
“Don’t…” Blood shot from the ground, his fist leaving a hole in his chest.
“Give…” The descended further than Nabill would be able to see, digging through swiftly and leaving burned dirt and smoke in their wake.
“A…” The creature had a handful of searing holes within it; most likely deceased, but Vaaen still managed to not care. He was washed in fury, imbuing a cocked dextral fist with the bulk of it.
“Fuck!” The tiger growled and bulleted his last jab onto the creature’s breathless face, the blast sending a incensed exhaust up the deep pit within mere milliseconds. If the Cataclysm’s Heart didn’t know wrath when it laid its eyes upon him, it was defined and illustrated with its death. And with a victorious cackle, Vaaen’s widened mouth shot downward and made a five-star dish out of magma.
The King emerged victorious from the hole, planting his feet upon the ground, completely bloodied in his released form, a ruthless grin plastered upon his visage. His dangerous passions had remained unabated by the feat, and were nothing less than empowered by the liberation gifted from Nabill. He looked up at the unstable atmosphere, dimming his eyelids ever so slightly as red liquid cascaded from his lips, “Riposa in pace, you unworthy piece of shit.”
Had the Primera not been present, and Videll not present in his heart, he would have contemplated basking in his triumph and standing in forthcoming death—but it was not time. This was still an early chapter of Wrath, and there were many sequels to come.
MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE
