TWiSTED && [EViL]

[~ ashira]

[claim] t h e souls.

Dark form stalked through the undergrowth of the islands. The cliffs and caves excited him. Such a dangerous place to live. Enemies would fear that place. With volcanoes still active...oh yes, he would have to live away from those. Perhaps between the two biggest ones could be the battleground as well as sacrifice. He chuckled. Well, it wasn't really sacrifice was it? He killed those he felt were not worthy to live. Black pools flashed into a cloudy red as he broke into a stealthy jog. His shadowed pads moved in such a way that no noise could be heard.

Silent and Deadly

Morgoth was what they called him. Of course, he had always been kept away from other creatures in human confinement. The brute was too savage to be mixed in with the light leopards. But his clan before he had been captured. Undefeatable by his own kind, all were ruled under his iron fist. He wanted to kill those stupid humans. Kill them all.

That was an idea. Wipe out the human's race. Of course, first he'd have to control the islands. Then creating an empire would be the next step. The two-leggeds would pay dearly for every moment they confined the evil brute.

Morgoth knew Ashira was on the islands somewhere. He neede to finish what he started with her. First she would capture her...then forcebreed her. Turn all the heirs into evil, then after he had enough, she wouldn't be needed anymore. Ashira would be just a bitter memory of what happens when you play with fire.

You get burned.

Whoever she had became an ally of would die too. She would watch them be destroyed. The light burning inside of her would be blown out by cold wind. She wouldn't have a heart. She wouldn't have hope. Ah, so perfect. He loved being evil. So much fun seeing others in pain and suffering.

Morogth was one of those guys who couldn't resist power. It was like an addiction. You get some and sooner or later you get more. He was searching Vaara for as kind of base. Somewhere to start his empire. The next task would be to claim all those evil leopards. All the traitors and twisted would he his for the taking. Who couldn't resist an offer for power and greatness? Of course, all lights who were not claimed would be forced to be prisoners or slaves. It was only natural.

His carcass slinked through the forests and plains. Past long forgotten landslides and all of the sort. The one thing that gave him shivers was all the green. All the life. Disgusting. Why did nature grow all this green stuff, all this life? It was simply a lie to make you feel safe. But Morgoth had to admit. Sometimes it was good for leopards to feel false security. It was so much more fun to take it away.

Firey pools glanced back and forth, taking all the surroundings in and registering them deep in his head. Finally, after a good length of trotting, he found something. A huge stone temple. It was overgrown with vines and a tree was growing out of it, but it was perfect. He hurriedly ran over to the colossal stone ruin. A dark smirk crossed his kissers. Everything was just right. Spacious, hidden, and it oversaw everything on the island.

Quickly he made the terr his. He marked huge borders with a strong scent and laughed. It was the start of a new beginning. Or ending for all those light ones out there. Time to gather some unfortunate...whoops he meant fortunate soldiers and hands. The thought of an empire just made him drool. Sweet revenge. Power.