06-22-2017, 08:23 AM
make me pay,
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
It doesn’t take long.
His dark eyes take in the flickering light of embers in the short distance, the dead and dying foliage crackling and spitting as the fire takes hold. Maugrim gets no satisfaction from the sight of the flames, but as the residents of Hyaline awaken, their screams and panic causes his skin to prick with eagerness; he waits to see them flee from the smoke and ash, from the orange fingers that reach out to grab them by their heels – he would be waiting for them.
With a sharp snort, the two-toned stallion turns his head with a snap in the direction of a nearby voice. His brow furrows, hooding the blackness of his eyes, and he sends his stare to the girl next to him. There is barely a moment where she hesitates, her muscles growing taut beneath her metallic skin. Maugrim blinks slowly, the two of them silently awaiting for the other. Part of him hopes she runs, his heart hammering solidly against his chest. Run…
She does not disappoint. Her loyalties lie with her family, which Maugrim is not surprised by. She leaps forward without hesitation and shouts for the boy, and a devilish grin finds the pale of Maugrim’s lips, his chest churning horribly. Tsk, tsk…
The lake boils and bubbles suddenly and quickly, with a reflex that seems to propel itself just as she moves away from him. Like a rope or a whip, it snakes out and wraps itself around her thin legs, tightening unforgivingly against her skin. Slow and inching, it begins to pull her, gently and coaxingly, back to the lake from whence it game. Maugrim does not move to be nearer to her, but merely watches from where he was standing with a curling grin on his mouth.
He waits. If she decides to shout again, he was ready to send a spiral of water down her throat.
His ears flick casually as shouts and screams fill the night, the sounds of earth crumbling and flames destroying their precious home.
Another comes to stand beside him – Deathwish – and he wonders if she’ll try to convince him to loosen his grip on the princess, instinctively coaxing his chains of water to tighten around Iset almost protectively; she is his.
His dark eyes flicker to the scene around them as the flames draw higher and higher. Another satisfying smile finds him.
Where is it that creatures go when there is fire?
Water.
His dark eyes take in the flickering light of embers in the short distance, the dead and dying foliage crackling and spitting as the fire takes hold. Maugrim gets no satisfaction from the sight of the flames, but as the residents of Hyaline awaken, their screams and panic causes his skin to prick with eagerness; he waits to see them flee from the smoke and ash, from the orange fingers that reach out to grab them by their heels – he would be waiting for them.
With a sharp snort, the two-toned stallion turns his head with a snap in the direction of a nearby voice. His brow furrows, hooding the blackness of his eyes, and he sends his stare to the girl next to him. There is barely a moment where she hesitates, her muscles growing taut beneath her metallic skin. Maugrim blinks slowly, the two of them silently awaiting for the other. Part of him hopes she runs, his heart hammering solidly against his chest. Run…
She does not disappoint. Her loyalties lie with her family, which Maugrim is not surprised by. She leaps forward without hesitation and shouts for the boy, and a devilish grin finds the pale of Maugrim’s lips, his chest churning horribly. Tsk, tsk…
The lake boils and bubbles suddenly and quickly, with a reflex that seems to propel itself just as she moves away from him. Like a rope or a whip, it snakes out and wraps itself around her thin legs, tightening unforgivingly against her skin. Slow and inching, it begins to pull her, gently and coaxingly, back to the lake from whence it game. Maugrim does not move to be nearer to her, but merely watches from where he was standing with a curling grin on his mouth.
He waits. If she decides to shout again, he was ready to send a spiral of water down her throat.
His ears flick casually as shouts and screams fill the night, the sounds of earth crumbling and flames destroying their precious home.
Another comes to stand beside him – Deathwish – and he wonders if she’ll try to convince him to loosen his grip on the princess, instinctively coaxing his chains of water to tighten around Iset almost protectively; she is his.
His dark eyes flicker to the scene around them as the flames draw higher and higher. Another satisfying smile finds him.
Where is it that creatures go when there is fire?
Water.
m a u g r i m.