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The Hound's History
« on: March 26, 2017, 11:52:27 PM »
[size=11]?Got a hellhound dog
That hellhound's gonna rip your face off
Got a hellhound dog
That hellhound's gonna tear right through
Got a hellhound born
A hellhound born to the pack
Got a hellhound dog
And I know that I might be dead
Those who seek it out
Those who stand a few
Hell, hell of Satan's pack
We are born of hate
Both feet into hell
Take another step
Towards the bleeding light
Those who seek it out
Those who stand a few
We are a part of it
Got a hellhound dog
That hellhound's gonna rip your face off
Got a hellhound dog
That hellhound's gonna tear right through
Got a hellhound born
A hellhound born to the pack
Got a hellhound dog
That hellhound's gonna rip your face off
Got a hellhound dog
That hellhound's gonna rip your face off
Got a hellhound dog
Got a hellhound born.?

The Misfits ? Earth A.D./Wolfsblood - 1983
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[size=18]Why did it happen the way it happened?

That was what Lorcain thought about more than anything else.  It was a constant question in his mind and had been for a while.  Quite a while.  

Despite what his image and reputation suggested, Lorcain was no fool.  He wasn?t a thug nor was he a scholar.  He fell somewhere in between the spectrum.  

He tried to trace his experiences back to where it all began but every time he did think about those times, his room at Gharnholme would end up destroyed.  

He couldn't sleep, he couldn't meditate, he had no escape from the nightmares and blurred visions of his history.  Of the darkest of his times as a slave to an overpowering force that demanded complete subservience and the helplessness he experienced.

War, battle and killing were escapes for him.  An easily accomplished distraction from that one nagging question that had eluded him for so long.  It pierced his thoughts like a hot iron when he was not active and alone.  It was the main reason that he was who he was, not only to the general populace but, oft times, to his family as well.

It made him what he was.  Body and soul.  It molded him both physically and mentally.  But?

Why did it happen the way it happened?[/size]
Lorcain Dohmnall DeWil
[i:47d1b7b61d]The Hound of Ire Unleashed[/i:47d1b7b61d]