[Hiarhu]: 631.My Pet

Boiling blood
Heated by hatred
Bone of iron
Forged in a furnace of pain
Scaled hide
Of such that even the weapons of god
Break upon it’s back
Blades of claws to score the stone
Teeth to rend and tear the flesh of the pure
Eyes cold beyond cold
Piercing you
Slicing under even your mask
Knowing you
Hunting you
This Beast is more than beast
Sculpted from the ashes of innocence
Blessed with the blood of the damned
The spark of its life taken from the fires of Hell
Its voice is the screams of the fallen
At the heal of it’s master
It honed it’s instincts in the dark within our Earth
And now it is ready
My little pet
My masterpiece
So much time has been spent preparing it
And now…
My time is run
I move onto bigger and better games
But I can not resist just a little more fun
It has served its master faithfully
But now
With a song in my heart and a smile on my face
I throw its bonds
And into the night it goes
Chasing the scent of its prey on the wind
I have promised it a treat
I have promised it you
You are my gift to it
But it is also my gift to you
The hunt, the game is on
But remember
Play nice