Post by Zorre on May 20, 2017 4:25:08 GMT
Zorre crouched in the darkness, his black eyes fixed on the murkrow pecking at the ground a few feet away. His mouth filled with saliva, as he imagined sinking his blades into its meaty flesh. He waited as the bird hopped a little closer, still pecking at the ground. Zorre trembled with anticipation as he held himself back from dashing out and taking out the murkrow right then. He had to practice keeping himself away from his desires. This was a good way to test himself, so that if he failed, he was only killing a feral pokemon.
His blades glinted from the shafts of sunlight drifting down from the above trees. Zorre gritted his teeth, and dug a hole in the ground in front of him with the end of one of his scythes. He noted the red stain on the edge of his blade, and grimaced. His scythes were permanently stained from constant use, thus the exercise he was currently going through. He had to keep his feral side at bay, keep it from hurting anyone.
You think you can stop me when I really want something? Hah! Your will is weak, nothing compared to mine! the taunting, high-pitched scraping voice rang through his mind, causing Zorre to shake his head in annoyance. The vigorous shaking caused the bush he was in to shake, and the murkrow immediately looked up, yellow eyes locking onto the bush, its gaze piercing.
Now look what you did, you failure! the voice snarled. Get over yourself and attack, before it gets away! Zorre breathed heavily as the other put pressure on his mind, wanting him to rush forward and take the life of the dark bird. But he didn't want to! He ... he was better than this! The laws of his clan stated that he only attack the old and sick. This bird was neither!
The murkrow cocked its head to one side, hopping closer to the bush curiously. No! Stupid bird! Zorre thought desperately. Now's your chance! Strike! the voice in his head urged hungrily. It's just a feral, Zorre! All you need to do is step forward and slash through its neck! It'll never stand a chance!
But-! He couldn't, he just couldn't!
His blades glinted from the shafts of sunlight drifting down from the above trees. Zorre gritted his teeth, and dug a hole in the ground in front of him with the end of one of his scythes. He noted the red stain on the edge of his blade, and grimaced. His scythes were permanently stained from constant use, thus the exercise he was currently going through. He had to keep his feral side at bay, keep it from hurting anyone.
You think you can stop me when I really want something? Hah! Your will is weak, nothing compared to mine! the taunting, high-pitched scraping voice rang through his mind, causing Zorre to shake his head in annoyance. The vigorous shaking caused the bush he was in to shake, and the murkrow immediately looked up, yellow eyes locking onto the bush, its gaze piercing.
Now look what you did, you failure! the voice snarled. Get over yourself and attack, before it gets away! Zorre breathed heavily as the other put pressure on his mind, wanting him to rush forward and take the life of the dark bird. But he didn't want to! He ... he was better than this! The laws of his clan stated that he only attack the old and sick. This bird was neither!
The murkrow cocked its head to one side, hopping closer to the bush curiously. No! Stupid bird! Zorre thought desperately. Now's your chance! Strike! the voice in his head urged hungrily. It's just a feral, Zorre! All you need to do is step forward and slash through its neck! It'll never stand a chance!
But-! He couldn't, he just couldn't!