mort sanglante.

warning:  feral  dog!  approach  carefully. 


𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘𝐍  𝐃.  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓.     he  gained  glory  from  guts  and  gore.  a  prized  hound  from  hell,  a  king  amongst  dogs  and  rats.     𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆!

broken  dog,  broken  man,  broken  father.  this  strange  land  is  home  to  you,  the  stench  of  death  familiar  and  the  snarls  are  spoken  by  your  tongue.  

death  is  a  family  business,  throat  tearing  your  deadly  profession.  it  is  perfectly  executed,  selfish  but  it  glorifies  your  survival.  their  death  or  your  life.  you  are  satan's  prized  hellhound,  his  precious  fighter  and  the  bleeding  rage  runs  in  your  feared  name.  your  son  is  heir  to  this  business,  and  he  was  perfect.  

but  he  has  been  beaten  before  in  this  art,  jaws  never  as  sharp  as  yours  and  his  moral  compass  stubbornly  keeps  driving  him  forth.  he  has  been  defeated  and  his  crown  is  broken,  but  you  sit  high  with  gold  and  gore  and  throats  are bared  for  you  to  tear  apart.