09-28-2017, 02:31 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
It was time to have a little fun. Running a kingdom was stressful, organizing the masses exactly the way he likes them, moving pawns into positions. Making other leaders cry and trying to play nice with others he wants on his good side. He needs a release that can’t be satiated by ordinary measures. Sex was boring, fighting was dull. No, he yearns for the olden days when he had taken things apart just to see how they ticked on the inside.
It’s time to find his captive.
A piercing whistle, much like those mustangs use to call each other, splits through the night air to find his beloved Nightmother who has been guarding Raxa. The mare had given a valiant (let foolish) attempt to keep them out of the autumn lands. She had failed terribly. He doesn’t doubt the cobalt mare with the two toned eyes had been finding her own pleasures with the rebel. Now it was his turn. They would find that his methods were much more…. Interesting.
No word is said as he approaches them, red eyes narrowed into thin snake like slits. Only one thing on his mind, his curiosity hungry for more. To see how much she can take before she screams. Striding close to the mare, he raises his skull up and brings it down against hers with a resounding crack. He feels the contact and relishes it, a dribble of blood slipping from his lips that he runs over with a soft tongue thoughtfully. It had been so long since that metallic copper tang had flown over his tastebuds. His own is not nearly as satisfying.
With a snarl he has lunged at her, blunt teeth grasping at her throat as his front hooves slam against her chest. Needing to taste her flesh yielding to his fury, hoping to knock her to the ground. Stun her. Thana had the most useful trait, had ways of manipulating things that he can’t. As he stands over her, blood staining his lips (a mix of his and hers), he grins with pleasure. There’s a mad glint in the depths of ruby red, enjoying the familiar feeling of flexing his power. Of exploring the unknown and dancing on the fine line of death. ”Open her up for me.” He commands to his companion. He wants to see how her muscles work beneath the thin layer of skin. Peel them back, see how they connect.
This mare has no magic that he can sense but he uses his own now. Instantly, as he dives deep into the darkest recesses of her heart, he draws from the kernel of truth that stems from her deepest desire. The white wraith seems to shimmer in front of her as his image fades and is replaced by whatever or whoever it is that Raxa desires most. Breaking them physically was never as entertaining as assaulting them mentally.
It’s time to find his captive.
A piercing whistle, much like those mustangs use to call each other, splits through the night air to find his beloved Nightmother who has been guarding Raxa. The mare had given a valiant (let foolish) attempt to keep them out of the autumn lands. She had failed terribly. He doesn’t doubt the cobalt mare with the two toned eyes had been finding her own pleasures with the rebel. Now it was his turn. They would find that his methods were much more…. Interesting.
No word is said as he approaches them, red eyes narrowed into thin snake like slits. Only one thing on his mind, his curiosity hungry for more. To see how much she can take before she screams. Striding close to the mare, he raises his skull up and brings it down against hers with a resounding crack. He feels the contact and relishes it, a dribble of blood slipping from his lips that he runs over with a soft tongue thoughtfully. It had been so long since that metallic copper tang had flown over his tastebuds. His own is not nearly as satisfying.
With a snarl he has lunged at her, blunt teeth grasping at her throat as his front hooves slam against her chest. Needing to taste her flesh yielding to his fury, hoping to knock her to the ground. Stun her. Thana had the most useful trait, had ways of manipulating things that he can’t. As he stands over her, blood staining his lips (a mix of his and hers), he grins with pleasure. There’s a mad glint in the depths of ruby red, enjoying the familiar feeling of flexing his power. Of exploring the unknown and dancing on the fine line of death. ”Open her up for me.” He commands to his companion. He wants to see how her muscles work beneath the thin layer of skin. Peel them back, see how they connect.
This mare has no magic that he can sense but he uses his own now. Instantly, as he dives deep into the darkest recesses of her heart, he draws from the kernel of truth that stems from her deepest desire. The white wraith seems to shimmer in front of her as his image fades and is replaced by whatever or whoever it is that Raxa desires most. Breaking them physically was never as entertaining as assaulting them mentally.
Gryffen
@[Raxa] @[Thana]
OOC: Permission from Raxa's character to torture. Also he used his Love Illusion to transform into whatever Raxa desires most. =)