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The Dark Mark of The Mammorok

(Guns N Roses "Welcome to The Jungle") Born during the reign of human tyranny, the succumbed rising of there machines, the power of invention, the blasphemies of technology. His family was butchered in a vast spreading of plains, that touched the golden horizon, the scorching African wastelands of Sakuuluu. Without warning the men had raided the desert paradise, there rifles open fired with entrails of infernal flame, his infant eyes mirrored the scorched reflections of the roaring blasts that tore through his family. His parents slaughtered like many others before, there tusks snatched and severed, there wounds soiled and festered with decay. There deaths choked his innards, and twisted his gut to mere nothingness, his heart become plunged with hatred and darkness, a rage that he would long await to cope and never heal from. His days as an outcasted youngster, took place in a deepened cave of shadowy darkness, a haven that he dwelled in the long years of his growth. The days of rest had settled and the closing evenings, were spent under the stars along the running river. For these days were the darkest of times, when the world, became plunged in a poisoned atmospheric reign of darkness. The Fortresses of Fuel breathed smokes of fire, a poisonous breath that wreaked the air and slaughtered, the nature around it. The Animals of the land become martyrs to the humans fatal blasphemies, some species would perish, while others had changed…changed into a humanoid form as if it were a second evolution…a mutation in the wind, that filled there lungs with a basking harbor as if it were naturally breathable to them. The primordial kinds came into existence, from predators of the highest steeple of the food chain, to the lower kinds of evolved species prospering in the placidly polluted, barons of dry decay. The young elephant infant had been indulged, in the toxic mutagenesis airborne poison of the fuel-fire breathers of Man's greatest cruelty, his small form grew slow but changed fast, into a bulk shape of malicious intent. A monstrosity of a mastodon-shaped corpulent conformity hellbent on human extinction…a hatred of such unsatisfied quench…uncontrolled and horrid.

(Crank it'Welcome to the Jungle' part 2) In the great surrounding of the wasteland oblivion, to the rising mountains of blackened stone, to the gray dunes of once mighty cuties turned to ash. His mere form casted a darkened shape over the burning ground, his eyes filled with hellish rage, his tusks marked by emblem or engraved. His corpulent muscled limbs ached from, the ravaging skirmish of a previous conflict, the swarmed tidings of a human tribe from the mountains. A clan of outcasts, human hordes that quenched the river's essence as if it was pure glory, a harrowing shape of shadow lunged his sword through there flesh. His blades of great brutality, his habits of great butchery, the sound of screams filled the warm winded air from the southern brink, his trumpeted war echoed with great ferocity as Akkarrog, committed the scene of carnage before himself. The running river became seeped by the blood of the dead, the scene of many corpses scattered like dead seeds. His trunk drank what could be found among, the dying water, the Sun itself was a scourge of fiery with a watchful gaze of fire that burned the ground and dried, the crooked trees to death. His leathery skin was stained with dry blood of the dead, that tasted his essence of vengeance, his wretchedness of powerful cruelty. The old river seeped into the pours of his dry leathery skin, his trunk grappled the water, and lunged it forward with, a raining splash upon his soaring shoulders. The crimson colors vanished in the stream's heated cloak, his eyes glared at the bright gray skies of smoking clouds, and toxic winds from the southern edges of the world. All bowls of the desert would arrive and reveal themselves, the harvested sand cyclones arose with a thundering roar, a dust-like abomination brought firth by the radioactive clouds. This world will be plunged in the blood of his enemies, his almighty god-like strength, was unhinged and unleashed like an imprisoned cataclysm awaiting, for freedom like a dying thirst. His paths through knowhere will lead him to some salvation, a haven of sorts to unfold, for his hatred and cruelty towards the human defiers, of such a false soulless heart of honor.

(Crank itLynyrd Skynyrd "Free Bird") A dying fire settles upon an old sand-dreaded land, on a coldly darkened evening. Akkarrog sat with his small form perched along the flaming brim, his two parents unfolded to him the story of Erigos the Elephant Deity of there ancient bloodlines. A great god of wrath he was, a squandering baron that ruled a mighty jungle of lush emerald beauty, in the midst of the deep ancient pasts of the world. With a crown of gold, and the tall body resembling a corpulent gut and a humanoid stature. He sat on a flattened stone engraved with the utter greatness of markings to come, for he was a king among his realm to all who remained in his safe keeping. As an infant around that dying fire, to his adulthood as a marauder of the badlands, the great stories of Erigos were all he had from his family, and thus the only cherished memory he carried. Every night under the stars, beside great fire in the plundering cold of night, he drew the shape of Erigos in the sands. Every night he would pray to the Elephant god as a means, of respect to his everlasting heritage. A heritage of great elephant chieftains and warriors who prospered along the lands, a family clan so pure that fire could not touch them. "I speak in a thankful tongue to you all powerful Erigos, for giving me this life of bloodlust, for an everlasting eternity. I pray in hope that you are always watching over me in darkness and in light. I will praise the very day you will return from resurrection and give safety, peace, and prosperity to your children." Spoke Akkarrog with a great need of confidence, to his deity under the stars. The marked symbols on his body represented 'eternal living' and 'immortal bloodshed', his two gifts bestowed by his, elder elephant god under the stars. Akkarrog's will became crueler each day, a harboring war raged madness of killing and butchering of human savages across the wastelands to the North. The "Sun Lands of the Earth" as Akkarrog had called them, held a noble host for many strange and ferociously, foul things born naturally of this dead world.

(Crank it'Free Bird' part 2) Im diggin this awesome elephant!!!!! He is sooooooo badass and so beast! Carrying his butcher blades, and bearing his great armor forged, from metal beneath the Earth. He is the subject of the polluted environment, poisoned by human engineering that killed the world. More details and more fun to come!!!!!!!!☠️#mastadon#elephant#creature#animal#behemoth#tusks#warrage#warrior#marauder#trunk#colossal#penwork#black#white#swords

(MOTORHEAD-Fast n Loose) His path of desolation would lead him to victory, and to servitude before the Gorilla King Torrig of the fortress Gallarra in the, outer baron badlands to the North. He served for many days in the close homage of the desert keep of tall towers, long stone halls, and ravaging dungeon hordes of pain and torment. The War Rager became the high commander of the beastly armies, that rampaged in great hordes across the land, plundering and slaughtering, savage tribes of human marauders. The blood of enemies stained the sanded ground, there corpses rotted or placed on display scourged the very air. Legion after legion the vast forces we're lead into the subtly of complete inhalation, basking in great barbarism, and plundering cities of men to crippled ash an dust. None the less Akkarrog became prized in the basking glory of slaughter, and the reckoning of his enemies, the very humans that once ruled this fine land, became his priority to extinguish and dispatch.#mastadon#elephant#creature#animal#behemoth#tusks#warrage#warrior#marauder#trunk#colossal#penwork#black#white#swords

(MOTORHEAD part 2) The months that had followed in the warring days, of the elephant warrior, he comprised the notion to abandon his post as, high commander of Gallarrn and continue his path in the forbidden wastes of the ended world. Akkarrog took only what he needed with him and set off into, the blazing horizon of a brightened sunset. He flourished for a number of days in the cold cave of a desert mountain, beside an old dying fire that shimmered dancing shadows among the stone walls.#mastadon#elephant#creature#animal#behemoth#tusks#warrage#warrior#marauder#trunk#colossal#penwork#black#white#swords

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