« on: January 15, 2008, 06:52:01 PM »
Muawijhe loves his equine bastards. Encased in nigh impenetrable armor, they are, truly, a nightmare - literally and figuratively.
This ezoghoul goes by the name of Vijwhal. He delights in the awe struck upon his foes. His blade has drunk many souls, after charging into hand to hand combat, cannon tearing bodies asnder as he gallops towards panic-stricken humans. Their screams only incite him, further. Were it not for the killing, Vijwhal would know no pleasure. Vijwhal always seems to be...happy.
« Last Edit: January 15, 2008, 07:16:09 PM by dmcgee1 »
Logged
If sing, sang, and sung, sink, sank, and sunk, and drink, drank, and drunk, how is it that it isn't bring, brang, and brung, think, thank and thunk, and ding, dang, and dung?
Don't even get me started about bad, badder and baddest. Run, ran AND run...again? C'mon!