05-31-2018, 09:22 AM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
The wings interest him the most, he realizes, and there are sharp, vivid images that placate across his mind of her beneath the murky depths of the lake, her body tinged a sweetwater brown instead of a lovely cream, with wide and bulging eyes from far too much pressure against her skull, mouth agape as she floats suspended in time beneath the -
Come closer.
The blackness of his eyes refocus, forgetting for a moment that he had asked her a question. A loud snort dishevels from his nostrils, a calculating tick of his head as it tilts questioningly. He does not move towards her, even with the swift tilt of her hip or the way her voice is sultry and thick in the midst of brewing darkness. A single brow quirks amusedly, though the expression quickly fades into one of extreme thoughtfulness.
“The prey has learned to survive,” he notes, mostly to himself though it is obvious he is speaking of her. His pale tongue dampens the pearl of his lips, a slight nod to his head causing the darkness of his forelock to fall to one side of his emotionless face. “Smart prey,” Maugrim murmurs again, stepping closer though there is no need or want for him to touch her. Willingness does not attract him, and most of the time, neither does the promise of sex. He is strangely primal, and his urges stem merely from his need to control and have others fear him, and her unabashed willingness does not stir a rumbling of desire in his chest. If anything, it only stirs more curiosity. “Smart prey,” he repeats thoughtfully, a flick of his tail against evergreen and lavender legs as he steps closer to her.
“Lepis,” he repeats her name, his voice gravelled as it scratches through his throat. His dark eyes follow the feather that flutters gently to the ground, staring at it moments after it had landed. “I’m Maugrim.”
“If not careful, the prey can become predator.” His eyes are unblinking as they shift back to hers, emotionless and unreadable. He’s seen it happen - he was once prey, and now fear nor helplessness are not found in the abysmal depths of his gaze. He had done it himself.
Come closer.
The blackness of his eyes refocus, forgetting for a moment that he had asked her a question. A loud snort dishevels from his nostrils, a calculating tick of his head as it tilts questioningly. He does not move towards her, even with the swift tilt of her hip or the way her voice is sultry and thick in the midst of brewing darkness. A single brow quirks amusedly, though the expression quickly fades into one of extreme thoughtfulness.
“The prey has learned to survive,” he notes, mostly to himself though it is obvious he is speaking of her. His pale tongue dampens the pearl of his lips, a slight nod to his head causing the darkness of his forelock to fall to one side of his emotionless face. “Smart prey,” Maugrim murmurs again, stepping closer though there is no need or want for him to touch her. Willingness does not attract him, and most of the time, neither does the promise of sex. He is strangely primal, and his urges stem merely from his need to control and have others fear him, and her unabashed willingness does not stir a rumbling of desire in his chest. If anything, it only stirs more curiosity. “Smart prey,” he repeats thoughtfully, a flick of his tail against evergreen and lavender legs as he steps closer to her.
“Lepis,” he repeats her name, his voice gravelled as it scratches through his throat. His dark eyes follow the feather that flutters gently to the ground, staring at it moments after it had landed. “I’m Maugrim.”
“If not careful, the prey can become predator.” His eyes are unblinking as they shift back to hers, emotionless and unreadable. He’s seen it happen - he was once prey, and now fear nor helplessness are not found in the abysmal depths of his gaze. He had done it himself.
m a u g r i m.
@[Lepis]