Mortals_Dream
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2009
Thalzoralk, the deamon of the south, terrorizer of the many lands, and the king of all the lands surronding the mountains of fire. He was a powerful deamon, one who controlled the lands of men and deamon alike, their lives and lands bending to his whims and his powers. He knew that all of his subjects came down to being his toys, his to play with and his to snuff out as he deemed fit. And he made sure to enjoy his powers, choosing women from the lands to become his play toys, choosing men to fight his wars, and choosing countries to be bent to his will.
You wouldn't have guessed it to look at him, though of course as a deamon his form could change with his whims. He looked human at the moment, his skinned darkened to a bronzed tan, covering up lean and powerful muscles that amde up his frame. Black hair covered his head and falling down to his shoulders in a brillant fall of hair that shone in the lgiht like a raven's wing, shinnig a brillant blue in the light. The onyl thing that spoke to what he was were his brillant red eyes, glowing with power no matter what form he took. Clothes weren't a bother to him, enoying standing there in all of his naked glory.
It was all of this that led him to bring his next toy to his castle. The old one hand become a bore, being sent back to her parents broken and sex addled young woman. Still the next one that was being brought to him was supposed to be a beauty to put the rest of them to shame. The proper threats had been made, her family sending their daughter of their own free will, which just made the situation all the more enjoyable.
"Slaves where is the woman." Thal yelled, his voice shaking the walls of the room.
You wouldn't have guessed it to look at him, though of course as a deamon his form could change with his whims. He looked human at the moment, his skinned darkened to a bronzed tan, covering up lean and powerful muscles that amde up his frame. Black hair covered his head and falling down to his shoulders in a brillant fall of hair that shone in the lgiht like a raven's wing, shinnig a brillant blue in the light. The onyl thing that spoke to what he was were his brillant red eyes, glowing with power no matter what form he took. Clothes weren't a bother to him, enoying standing there in all of his naked glory.
It was all of this that led him to bring his next toy to his castle. The old one hand become a bore, being sent back to her parents broken and sex addled young woman. Still the next one that was being brought to him was supposed to be a beauty to put the rest of them to shame. The proper threats had been made, her family sending their daughter of their own free will, which just made the situation all the more enjoyable.
"Slaves where is the woman." Thal yelled, his voice shaking the walls of the room.