06-06-2018, 09:38 AM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
The fawn’s quick and efficient death draws the black beast towards him. It is chilling; the feeling of her slowly coming up beside him, her towering frame in the shadow his peripherals as he continues his work, a steady breath stuttering from his nostrils. Whether she takes the offering or not, Maugrim had only been doing the doe’s offspring a favor - life without its mother would soon bring it to its death no matter what, and he was there to ensure that the suffering was quick and nearly painless. Dying of starvation is possibly one of the most cruelest ways to die.
The shining obsidian of her armored shoulder brushes his, a croon of what he could only assume was a pleased sound, his dark ears flickering backwards slightly into the tangled mass of lavender and emerald. Dark, abysmal eyes watch as her willowy form moves forward to quickly bury the body, carefully inspecting each movement as if it would somehow give him insight into her inner thoughts. He’s unsuccessful until the gleaming black of her own eyes peer down at him from beneath the smooth crown across the bridge of her face, the blood from her kill no longer dripping with wetness but now colaguating onto the onyx of her hide. Her mouth touches his neck and for a moment the stallion is frozen beneath her touch, imagining the many rows of teeth that lay just beneath the surface that must desperately wish to lay claim on the soft, supple flesh of his body. The touch is brief, but enough to make his blood run coldly in his veins.
Maugrim is expressionless as she turns away from him, but he knows when he is being summoned.
Without hesitation, he follows her. She had chosen him (whether it be simply because of animalistic curiosity or because he was to be her next meal), and Maugrim was not about to say no. They come to the darkness of a cave, one that looks much like his own, though no trickling of water or idle black lake frames its opening. Instead, vines cover its mouth like gnawing teeth. There is a sound that trickles from her mouth, though it is lost in the wind and between language barriers. There is a smell that he recognizes almost immediately, and a low nicker vibrates in his throat as he steps through the vines behind her, his hooves clicking on the smooth and damp stone of the cavern floor.
His eyes take in her trophy room, his gaze wistfully roving over each skeleton that lines the dripping floor. It is more than he could imagine for himself, where the corpses of his own cavern are rotting away with flesh still pressed against bones, muscle still intact and eyes beginning to sink into their cavities. There is no expression that shows distaste; only a mere look of expectation finds the sharp angles of his face - for what else would a predator such as herself stow away in the deep darkness of her cave?
Maugrim’s foreleg lifts upwards, pawing gently at the damp floor. He snorts sharply, turning his dark eyes to her wordlessly, bobbing his chin a few times before placing it against the musculature of his pearlescent and evergreen chest. He is satisfied, knowing that the creature is a skillful huntress as well as the primal beast he had thought her to be. A powerful being, despite her lack of words.
And thus, he is drawn to her.
The shining obsidian of her armored shoulder brushes his, a croon of what he could only assume was a pleased sound, his dark ears flickering backwards slightly into the tangled mass of lavender and emerald. Dark, abysmal eyes watch as her willowy form moves forward to quickly bury the body, carefully inspecting each movement as if it would somehow give him insight into her inner thoughts. He’s unsuccessful until the gleaming black of her own eyes peer down at him from beneath the smooth crown across the bridge of her face, the blood from her kill no longer dripping with wetness but now colaguating onto the onyx of her hide. Her mouth touches his neck and for a moment the stallion is frozen beneath her touch, imagining the many rows of teeth that lay just beneath the surface that must desperately wish to lay claim on the soft, supple flesh of his body. The touch is brief, but enough to make his blood run coldly in his veins.
Maugrim is expressionless as she turns away from him, but he knows when he is being summoned.
Without hesitation, he follows her. She had chosen him (whether it be simply because of animalistic curiosity or because he was to be her next meal), and Maugrim was not about to say no. They come to the darkness of a cave, one that looks much like his own, though no trickling of water or idle black lake frames its opening. Instead, vines cover its mouth like gnawing teeth. There is a sound that trickles from her mouth, though it is lost in the wind and between language barriers. There is a smell that he recognizes almost immediately, and a low nicker vibrates in his throat as he steps through the vines behind her, his hooves clicking on the smooth and damp stone of the cavern floor.
His eyes take in her trophy room, his gaze wistfully roving over each skeleton that lines the dripping floor. It is more than he could imagine for himself, where the corpses of his own cavern are rotting away with flesh still pressed against bones, muscle still intact and eyes beginning to sink into their cavities. There is no expression that shows distaste; only a mere look of expectation finds the sharp angles of his face - for what else would a predator such as herself stow away in the deep darkness of her cave?
Maugrim’s foreleg lifts upwards, pawing gently at the damp floor. He snorts sharply, turning his dark eyes to her wordlessly, bobbing his chin a few times before placing it against the musculature of his pearlescent and evergreen chest. He is satisfied, knowing that the creature is a skillful huntress as well as the primal beast he had thought her to be. A powerful being, despite her lack of words.
And thus, he is drawn to her.
m a u g r i m.
@[Nexu]
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