Hell Opened.....
The heavens closed and shut all windows to earth, they in their holy might, all afraid of what Hell could bring to this perfect world.
Opening the gates slowly from the roots of the greatest mountain, thrown from the firey depths, a hessian bag thundering down to the Earthly mortal land. Swept up and carried away in the arms of a pure soul. Unknown to the carrier, the parcel contained a dark soul.
As it was carried the bag began to freeze, spending its early years near the fires of hell, earths weak heat could not bring enough fire to the soul.
Sealed away in a cave, the heat from the soul reverberated and created a pocket of hell inside the very mountain it was thrown from.....
....now beginning to take form, the soul shrouded in black soft fur, long canine ears with a foxy face, red jewels studded into its face and ears, red metal bangles and chains around wrists and ankles, tip of its bushy tail alight with the flame of soul. An Immortal Spirit trapped in a cave, the mighty ramblings of her mind echoing louder and louder until she breaks and slams her black paws to the ground, rumbling fissures of moaning earth scream as loud as she does. From her paws, four long red metal claws called Ilirin, extend from the regular canine claws when angered or infuriated. Her eyes, of silver orbs pupiless in the day but when night comes, they glow....illuminating the paths.......
She is what they fear.....she is what they look for....
Qualamë
Opening the gates slowly from the roots of the greatest mountain, thrown from the firey depths, a hessian bag thundering down to the Earthly mortal land. Swept up and carried away in the arms of a pure soul. Unknown to the carrier, the parcel contained a dark soul.
As it was carried the bag began to freeze, spending its early years near the fires of hell, earths weak heat could not bring enough fire to the soul.
Sealed away in a cave, the heat from the soul reverberated and created a pocket of hell inside the very mountain it was thrown from.....
....now beginning to take form, the soul shrouded in black soft fur, long canine ears with a foxy face, red jewels studded into its face and ears, red metal bangles and chains around wrists and ankles, tip of its bushy tail alight with the flame of soul. An Immortal Spirit trapped in a cave, the mighty ramblings of her mind echoing louder and louder until she breaks and slams her black paws to the ground, rumbling fissures of moaning earth scream as loud as she does. From her paws, four long red metal claws called Ilirin, extend from the regular canine claws when angered or infuriated. Her eyes, of silver orbs pupiless in the day but when night comes, they glow....illuminating the paths.......
She is what they fear.....she is what they look for....
Qualamë