[ in shadow's life, things never seem to go as right as he wants them to. a monster's eye circles around him, chuckling deeply with rotten intentions, goading shadow to continue his slaughter. the more he kills, the better things will be for him — remind these humans what they have done wrong, what they have took from him. he's killed many, their blood stain his fur, it blends into the crimson streaks as well as he looks up to the eye with an annoyed look.
shadow does everything on his own terms.
the voice carries explaining the situation of the city, once shadow has finished, he can meet him at the waiting spot. forget the chaos emerald and wipe out what humans still march this old stomping ground of theirs. the creature floats away, tendrils dangling as shadow looks through the smog in search of his next prey until a sharp screech cuts through.
he groans, ears twitching at the sound.
it's an unknown organism, something he's not familiar with, and he would believe it's one of black doom's familiars, but no. the way it calls out seems more like a threat, as if he's supposed to be the hero to these lumps of flesh that shadow has already disposed of along the way. he takes one step back with a glare, gun in his hand that he tosses to the side considering the bullets have already been used up. ]
Hmph. If you want to live, stay out of my way.
[ never has he seen anything like it though it has... some likeness to something, but what? that could be his memory playing tricks on him, it's probably meaningless as far as he's concerned.
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shadow does everything on his own terms.
the voice carries explaining the situation of the city, once shadow has finished, he can meet him at the waiting spot. forget the chaos emerald and wipe out what humans still march this old stomping ground of theirs. the creature floats away, tendrils dangling as shadow looks through the smog in search of his next prey until a sharp screech cuts through.
he groans, ears twitching at the sound.
it's an unknown organism, something he's not familiar with, and he would believe it's one of black doom's familiars, but no. the way it calls out seems more like a threat, as if he's supposed to be the hero to these lumps of flesh that shadow has already disposed of along the way. he takes one step back with a glare, gun in his hand that he tosses to the side considering the bullets have already been used up. ]
Hmph. If you want to live, stay out of my way.
[ never has he seen anything like it though it has... some likeness to something, but what? that could be his memory playing tricks on him, it's probably meaningless as far as he's concerned.
however, he's given a warning. ]