BRING ON THE BEASTS.

     SUCH A VICIOUS MAN. His whole being screamed ferality like that of the beasts the Pharaoh oh so adored. He enjoyed their independence, the fierceness in how they held themselves with claws hidden within paws and deep growls bubbling within their throat. Being in a room with Grimmjow was akin to being in a room with them, but such hardly bothered Ozymandias. No, no, it had the opposite effect on him. It intrigued him instead. He wished to tame such out of him to the point that those growls bubbled into purrs; the beast no longer prone to wanting to lash out at the one who held their chain. 

     Considering the usual boredom that he faced, it would be a nice way to pass the time — another accomplishment to add under his belt of many. ❝Mm, are you always so unpleasant?❞ he spoke after a time, lazily tossing a grape into his mouth and chewing slowly as he turned golden eyes back towards his current guest.

an incongruity in affinity : submission does not befit a feral fiend such as him. He, regality uncrowned; calamity in shackles; a slipping sultry disaster that croons troths of aching rapture, lies entombed deep within a chasm of dire dominion of a king un - kinged to him. Ozymandias’ supremacy has ensnared the beast in a bitter compliance of his faux - puissance, stripped it bare of its harrowing teeth, smothering its burnt black pyre. Natheless, beasts are beasts : from blood they come, to blood they will return. A slip in the pharaoh’s iron grip, a comma in his exhale, and rip ! goes the beast’s chain of constraint.  ❛  what ? y’ gotta’ admit : that was reaaal pathetic of him.  ❜

devastate, or be devastated :  this is the first and most fundamental law of nature. What lies ‘neath the gilded guise of life is a game of sweet, sweet survival             an age - old romp of blood and ash borne out of sheer necessity. And thus, it is with an avidity much subdued that the beast settles ‘pon the scattered rubble ‘fore him, his chin cocked as his bitter - bile throat sneers a mordacious tune. ❛  ha ha. ain’t ya’ just charming.   ❜

❛  tch. doesn’t matter.  ❜  he snarls              his timbres all acid, and rot, and ash, as the arrancar stretches a twine of ennui ‘twixt his feral teeth. Where they stand, shadows shivered and swarmed : an endless river o’ black bile that floods the entirety of the vacant plains, leaving the blue beast bruised by a malady of droning dullness with its missing sequence of rot and riot. Furrowing his brows, he grinds his foot against the muddy ground, his maw stilled and set shut, 'fore he settles into a low crouch.  ❛  less’ ya’ wanna’ dick around and waste more time.  ❜