Post by Adam Roe on Aug 18, 2015 18:28:42 GMT -5
"I really hate you, stop getting in my way~ I've lost my patience, when are you gonna decay?" The boy with wavy night black hair and crimson eyes sang lightly as he walked towards the entrance to the ring. His hands resting casually in the pockets of his black ripped jeans and his gaze alight in a feverish glow.
"I hope you die in a fire~ Hope you'll be stabbed in the heart, hope you'll be shot and expire~ Hope you'll be taken apart, hope this is what you desire~"
He entered the ring slowly like a predator stalking a meal and stood awaiting his next fight. Rolling his shoulders to ease the tense energy flowing through his muscles. This was what he was bred for, and he adored it. The thrill of the chase, the metallic tinge of blood dancing on his tongue. He wanted it all. He hopped lightly from foot to foot in anticipation, his bare feet making no sound on the hard packed earth.
It had been some time since metal pinched tight around his ankles were now only the scars they left remained, yet he felt his skin itch pleasantly as if they had only just been removed. These fools all thought this island a prison. Yet to Adam is was a paradise. His gaze raked the on-lookers with disdain as he hopped. These fools didn't know what a true prison was, the pampered little shits. But they would soon know~
