Post by spade ♠ on Aug 29, 2010 13:12:41 GMT -5
HANNIBAL.
"They say on the day of my birth, the soul of a dead man walked the earth."
"They say on the day of my birth, the soul of a dead man walked the earth."
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g e n d e r .
Male
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Straight
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Tribe of the Stars Above
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Hunter
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Deep chocolate brown with a smooth tarnished cream, accented by brilliantly hypnotic sapphire eyes.
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Visual 1, Visual 2
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Confidence and arrogance follows this felines every motion, docile with a kind twinkle to those clear crystal blues, coupled with the placid demeanor most would assume that this darkly handsome beast was nothing more then a gentle cat. Beneath that shell, hidden inside a twisted heart and a cold calculating mind one would find a vastly different creature. A cannibal to the core, he thrives on the flesh of his brethren, they were all nothing more then pawns, little chess pieces there for his own amusement. To be put down upon his whim. Oh it was true, that the loyalty and protective nature of his breed still remained, it was a simple matter that no beast alive was worthy of such from him.
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"You want my story..." A low chuckle chilly in its amusement rumbled from the brute's chest. "Some kind of explanation as to why I am the way that I am?" A length of that shockingly pink muscle lapping up over slender blacken jowls, the flash of crimson might be seen before disappearing within its humid cavern. Beneath his form the broken body of a fluffy white feline lay stretched out upon its back, limbs lay at odd angles revealing that torn open belly from which his head had been buried moments before. "I was born, grew up, and here I am. Good story huh? Now beat it, least you share this wenches fate."
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