Razor Dominex
The Prince of Beasts
Time was a harsh, twisted, creature. Though, it was not time that had been his undoing. It had been his ambition. His insatiable hunger and greed that was his unmaking. A man, no, a creature of immense power and lust. He squandered his abilities in past lives in past worlds. But, this time it would be different. The time he would reach what he wanted; quench that thirst. Power. Control. It was all going to be his and nobody would get in his way.
"I'm back..."
This quiet whispered seemed to echo through this new realm as the grass beneath his boots began to dry out and fade to ash. He staggered as he stood up from the Earth beneath his feet; his newly formed body aching to run, jump, and feast. Even muscle in his body begging him to just go nuts, though, he held himself back. The smells of the trees. The taste of the wind. The sound of the dying grass crunching under his combat boots.
His hands clawed up to his chest and gripped at his grey tank top; tearing at it with his finger tips. A black smoke steadily streaming off from each finger tip as he clenched hard. This wasn't right. This wasn't where he belonged. What was this world? This world was thriving; pulsing with life. He could feel every heartbeat within a quarter mile bounding into his ears. Driving him mad as the fabric on his shirt began to tear.
"... My flesh... It has changed.... So has everything everything else... Where am I?"
He spoke with a massive pain pulsing in his mind; his red eyes glaring out into the distance. SLowly starting to walk; following the continuous pulse of life. Thump thump... Thump thump.. Thump thump. Thump thump! Every step he took it got louder and louder until he had approached a small village; a fanged grin crossing over his lips.
"Mmmn... Let's see if we can find anything.... Interesting in this world."
"I'm back..."
This quiet whispered seemed to echo through this new realm as the grass beneath his boots began to dry out and fade to ash. He staggered as he stood up from the Earth beneath his feet; his newly formed body aching to run, jump, and feast. Even muscle in his body begging him to just go nuts, though, he held himself back. The smells of the trees. The taste of the wind. The sound of the dying grass crunching under his combat boots.
His hands clawed up to his chest and gripped at his grey tank top; tearing at it with his finger tips. A black smoke steadily streaming off from each finger tip as he clenched hard. This wasn't right. This wasn't where he belonged. What was this world? This world was thriving; pulsing with life. He could feel every heartbeat within a quarter mile bounding into his ears. Driving him mad as the fabric on his shirt began to tear.
"... My flesh... It has changed.... So has everything everything else... Where am I?"
He spoke with a massive pain pulsing in his mind; his red eyes glaring out into the distance. SLowly starting to walk; following the continuous pulse of life. Thump thump... Thump thump.. Thump thump. Thump thump! Every step he took it got louder and louder until he had approached a small village; a fanged grin crossing over his lips.
"Mmmn... Let's see if we can find anything.... Interesting in this world."