The king bellowed with his hoarse stone on stone voice, "Oh succubus, you took my heart, my might and blight, yet you wonder forever more! Today, we watch warriors fight, no love, no hate, no emotions will stop this battle or live in here, only life and death are exchanged in this atmosphere!" The King stomped his foot, standing in front of his throne as the nearby audience roared. The King backed down and sat upon his sandy stone throne, it was a chair made out of sand with a abnormally tall end made for the king's tall body. The audience cheered, they roared, they galloped, and snored, a man asleep, a man cheering, a man screaming, a man fighting.<br/><br/>Today, you are either a cheering, sleeping, or screaming participator in the audience or a tool of war in the circular desert like arena below.<br/><br/>BaX was among the caged behind a jail like primitive cell, huge bars of wood held him back from the arena along with many other companions he had grown to like and feel for, now he has to watch or participate in the killing of one of them, he listens to the crowd, disgusted by their primitive war like craving. BaX' long white hair went to his shoulders, mangled and unkempt, BaX wore a grin as always as his white hair blotted out his black eyes giving him a sinister and scary aura as he grabbed the wooden bars made out of ancient enchanted wood that not even ten dragons could break, they tried. BaX stood at at least 6'7 and looked completely human except for his constant grin, black burning blood, loss of emotions, and white hair.<br/><br/>(No god modding to a extent and open to anyone who wants to join, you can kill, soft vore, hard vore, do whatever you want in the arena as long as you do something)