Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2011 14:46:14 GMT -5
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
To address me, you may call me The General, my true name is only for my lord to know and use and only to him I will listen when he speaks it. If I trust you enough, maybe I will entrust you with it as well, but for now, expect to be locked out of my secrets.
I appear in the thirties but I am actually a lot older although many will be surprised. Too long ago I was born and I do not recall the year of my birth, I do know that I am at least five-thousand years old, the mix of elven and dragon blood grants me immortality.
My body is obvious masculine and I am not shy of showing it to someone, neither do I hide any 'surprises' that can be called annoying, so I possess everything that belongs with a male and not anything unwanted that one would only see with the fairer gender.
I look toward both genders with pleasure, but my heart beating in my ribcage belongs to my master and to him only, just like the rotten soul that I barely can believe that I still possess. I may take you for one night to warm my bed and use your body like you most likely would use mine, but don't expect anything beyond that.
Most would call me a cold man, and I am not the one to deny that. I hate everything that doesn't come from elves or dragons, I especially hate humans, loathe them and my task is to exterminate them. Sometimes I can like one, or more like respect one of those filthy beasts with great difficulty, but if my master commands me to kill them, I will. I sometimes seem like a whore, but it is all an act and some will realize my humor for what it is, as crude it may be.
I have dark brown hair, falling beyond my shoulders. My face isn't noteworthy if it weren't for my missing left eye and the three scars crossing over it, it is usually hidden by an eye-patch however. A lot of scars cross my body, but the chance of you ever seeing them is small if you aren't one of my bed-partners. I have elongated ears, the elven blood in my veins, they are ripped however and that is the dragon in me. My eyes are not quite an emerald green color with a vertical pupil. My clothes consist of my uniform, but sometimes I can be found in casual clothes although it is hard to find them as I pass the seven feet mark in height.
Surprise as it may be, I can also turn into a full dragon. It is unusual under my kin, at least the size is, but for this privilege I have lost the ability to turn into a centaur-like creature that my race is also famed for. I don't use it a lot however, for I have no use to call attention to myself and my master forbade me to use it too much and his word is command. One can also kill me in different ways, however I do not like to think about it. Mortal wounds can kill me as it can kill anyone, although I will fall later than say... a human.
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?