Post by Stormer23 on Jul 5, 2008 4:26:51 GMT 1
WARNING READ AT LEAST THE FIRST 3 PARTS OF TY LEE SECRET FIRST BEFORE READING THIS, & READ THE OTHER 3 PARTS OF THIS CHARACTER FIRST ALSO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING EXTREME BLOODLUST!!!!!!!!!!!!
ANOTHER THING FOR MY CHARACTER KATIE!!!
I waited patiently. For today I would betray the leader, Mbweha of the wild red dogs. A while ago before I thought of adopting Kron so he could take my place after I die; Kimble told me that the only way I could have the dead under my thrall was by killing something that was loyal to me by choice. Mbweha was loyal to me by her choice. And even though she was as clever as I, I didn't care for her as much. To tell the truth I don't really feel passion or care for anything but my soon throne and queenship of the whole universe! I hear loud noises of barks and wolf like howls. "What now!" I roar angrily. If Steal has spoiled my plans.... I see indeed Steal being attacked by packs of the wild red dogs. "What is going on here, you idiotic fools?" I roared with annoyance. Suddenly the wild dogs stopped. Steal was covered in blood, from ears to tail-tip. "Master...help, me....." Steal whined. I gave a disapproving look to him and I did not move, nor flinch. "Well?" I asked the dogs. The wild dogs' haunches and ears lowered with fright. One of them, I heard was called 'Nemomt' who is Mbweha's second in command spoke first. "You see your greatness...., Steal, stole our food supplies. He said it's for the goons. We attacked him to save what we could for us." What! Nemomt's excuse was beyond pathetic! I had sent Steal to 'steal' their food savings. I didn't care if these dogs starved or not. It was my decision anyway. But I needed to take care of Mbweha first. "Where's your leader, Mbweha? Who's name means fox and jackal?" Nemomt of course spoke up. "She's coming. She just went to check on the young-" "Then go get her you fool!" I demanded. My heart was throbbing. How is someone like me with a black heart supposed to rule a kingdom when her slaves and servants were so dimwitted? I depressed a long sigh. Then I smiled a snicker almost. There I saw Mbweha trotting along normally, her fur was darker than the others symbolizing that she was the leader. But she doesn't know what's going to happen to her, the dreaded fate I'll give her. "Mbweha," I began. Mbweha's expression on her face was blank, but she didn't look happy. "Why was your servant stealing my food supply?" She asked in a threatening growl. "I have better things to worry about than your foolish pack. Besides I need to tell you something..." I tried to remain motionless except for my tail motioning her closer to me, so I could suppose 'whisper' something to her. But as she trotted by me, I quickly turned around to face her with bared teeth and unsheathed claws. Her pack watched in horror and my goons held them back. I pressed my claws into her belly sinking them in deeply as my teeth bit right into her gentle neck. I heard a small crack as I broke her neck bone. But even when I started feeling the cold of her dead body reach my mouth, I kept shaking her and then I flung her into a tree. My mongrel mother used to say I had a 'bloodlust problem', when my sister and I were cubs. But this isn't a problem, it's a cure. I then raked down my claws on her lifeless body repeating what I said in my mind.
It's not a problem, it's a cure.....
ANOTHER THING FOR MY CHARACTER KATIE!!!
I waited patiently. For today I would betray the leader, Mbweha of the wild red dogs. A while ago before I thought of adopting Kron so he could take my place after I die; Kimble told me that the only way I could have the dead under my thrall was by killing something that was loyal to me by choice. Mbweha was loyal to me by her choice. And even though she was as clever as I, I didn't care for her as much. To tell the truth I don't really feel passion or care for anything but my soon throne and queenship of the whole universe! I hear loud noises of barks and wolf like howls. "What now!" I roar angrily. If Steal has spoiled my plans.... I see indeed Steal being attacked by packs of the wild red dogs. "What is going on here, you idiotic fools?" I roared with annoyance. Suddenly the wild dogs stopped. Steal was covered in blood, from ears to tail-tip. "Master...help, me....." Steal whined. I gave a disapproving look to him and I did not move, nor flinch. "Well?" I asked the dogs. The wild dogs' haunches and ears lowered with fright. One of them, I heard was called 'Nemomt' who is Mbweha's second in command spoke first. "You see your greatness...., Steal, stole our food supplies. He said it's for the goons. We attacked him to save what we could for us." What! Nemomt's excuse was beyond pathetic! I had sent Steal to 'steal' their food savings. I didn't care if these dogs starved or not. It was my decision anyway. But I needed to take care of Mbweha first. "Where's your leader, Mbweha? Who's name means fox and jackal?" Nemomt of course spoke up. "She's coming. She just went to check on the young-" "Then go get her you fool!" I demanded. My heart was throbbing. How is someone like me with a black heart supposed to rule a kingdom when her slaves and servants were so dimwitted? I depressed a long sigh. Then I smiled a snicker almost. There I saw Mbweha trotting along normally, her fur was darker than the others symbolizing that she was the leader. But she doesn't know what's going to happen to her, the dreaded fate I'll give her. "Mbweha," I began. Mbweha's expression on her face was blank, but she didn't look happy. "Why was your servant stealing my food supply?" She asked in a threatening growl. "I have better things to worry about than your foolish pack. Besides I need to tell you something..." I tried to remain motionless except for my tail motioning her closer to me, so I could suppose 'whisper' something to her. But as she trotted by me, I quickly turned around to face her with bared teeth and unsheathed claws. Her pack watched in horror and my goons held them back. I pressed my claws into her belly sinking them in deeply as my teeth bit right into her gentle neck. I heard a small crack as I broke her neck bone. But even when I started feeling the cold of her dead body reach my mouth, I kept shaking her and then I flung her into a tree. My mongrel mother used to say I had a 'bloodlust problem', when my sister and I were cubs. But this isn't a problem, it's a cure. I then raked down my claws on her lifeless body repeating what I said in my mind.
It's not a problem, it's a cure.....