Devil May Cry

sun kissed occulars caressed the lands in disgust as four appendages carried the ebony bulk into the lands of Parnassian Meadows. mug of midnight let out a challenging howl as firm physique trampled further in, not meeting any challengers. pads draw to a halt within the borderlands, peak of maw hovering in the atmosphere, tasting it for the living. not sensing any immediate calls or scents, limbs of prominence began a pacing motion, flagpole of death erect behind silhouette, awaiting any other lupine of the alpha rank to challenge said bronco.

come on punk...make my day