Old Jabez Post

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I was looking through my old site that I owned a while ago and found a really old Jabez post. It's not the first time I roleplayed him, however it is around the first time that I played him as evil as he is (he's better now) so yeah let's look at this crappy post that I made 2 and a half years ago xD




An unusually black mist slowly smothered the Blood Forest. Anything that the mist touched it sucked the life right out of it. The grasses curled up in a matter of seconds, the tree’s barks turned a deadly black color. A raven that happened to be passing by through the forest took one sniff of the black mist and tumbled to the ground, dead.

Paws hit the hard ground, venom filled the air as quickly as the mist came. A pitch black figure came into view; even the very image of him sent a chill down the spines of any animal that saw him. His breaths were sharp and snuck horrible from the poison that ran through his veins.

Dark ocean blue eyes scanned the area, with no emotion. He snorted, as he took another step forward, the mist didn’t affect him, as it wrapped itself around everything else that he passed, causing it to die instantly.

He stood tall, head held high, ears pinned back against his head, and tail towering over hid body. Two large fangs punctuated from his upper jaw, dripping with toxin and blood.

He was a rather large wolf, standing around four feet tall, about two feet taller then an average size wolf. Tucked to his sides, were two black feather wings, invisible to the eye.

He had plans for being here, but even he would not speak of that. His eyes seemed to be looking into the soul of whoever he was glaring or speaking too. He was not a wolf that you wish to get in away with.

Every wolf knew of his name, and feared to say it. Even small children heard the stories of what pain and evil this wolf has caused. Many call him the Omen the Devil. He just laughed a cruel and harsh laugh whenever he heard someone whisper as he past. “It’s the Devil.” Though the name stuck to him, after all he has been down to Hell quite a few times already.

He came to a halt as he glared around; the sent of other wolves engulfed his nose, making his eyes turn in disgust. The mist around him seemed to grow, reaching like hands and smothering anything it could get a hold of.