04-23-2018, 07:50 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
He remembers his first experience with death - the pivotal moment that set into motion to create the stallion that stands before his Keeper, a monster set loose among the forest of Sylva, drawn to the lake and kept on a leash by its presence. He remembers it all too well - his fascination with water, the way the tiny bird flapped its wings uselessly beneath the surface, while he held it there with a mere thought. It is like that now - a mere thought is what pulls water from Modicum’s trachea and lungs, and a mere thought is what pulled him down into the abyss. Maugrim is powerful, but he needs direction, purpose. It is something that the red-nosed King could give him. He could give him power, he could give Maugrim blood.
Maugrim also remembers the first time he had his own near-death experience. A woman (lavender grey, with a body that sang only for him) had turned his body into rot, spilled his intestines out onto the muddy floor of the forest, and patched him back together again with a thought. The moment was an important part in Maugrim’s development (and his bloodlust), a moment he would remember for his entire life time - until he dies for the first time, truly.
Modicum says nothing to the Riverlord, but Maugrim can read his eyes easily. He has seen the end - tasted it, breathed it in - and it invigorates him as it had done for him so many moons ago. There is a fire set in the black stallion’s eyes that causes a small hint of a smile to pull at Maugrim’s cracked lips, his pale tongue reaching out to dampen their dryness. There is an understanding between them now - one that transcends politics and diplomacy; something more fierce, more terrifying than could ever be imagined.
Modicum lived for the chaos (taunting the beast to show him death, begging for destruction) while Maugrim fed off of it, living in the darkness and shadows his King creates for him. He has never been one for the duties that come with a kingdom; he never fit the part. But now, like a puzzle-piece, he quietly places himself at the apex of Sylva, tied to his water and dark cave, ready to help create whatever it is Modicum envisioned - as long as he got his pound of flesh.
“What is it you need me to do, Modicum?” He asks, strangely vague. What shall be expected of him in this now-deadly forest? What can he expect to come trapezing into his territory, and how could his power be used?
Maugrim also remembers the first time he had his own near-death experience. A woman (lavender grey, with a body that sang only for him) had turned his body into rot, spilled his intestines out onto the muddy floor of the forest, and patched him back together again with a thought. The moment was an important part in Maugrim’s development (and his bloodlust), a moment he would remember for his entire life time - until he dies for the first time, truly.
Modicum says nothing to the Riverlord, but Maugrim can read his eyes easily. He has seen the end - tasted it, breathed it in - and it invigorates him as it had done for him so many moons ago. There is a fire set in the black stallion’s eyes that causes a small hint of a smile to pull at Maugrim’s cracked lips, his pale tongue reaching out to dampen their dryness. There is an understanding between them now - one that transcends politics and diplomacy; something more fierce, more terrifying than could ever be imagined.
Modicum lived for the chaos (taunting the beast to show him death, begging for destruction) while Maugrim fed off of it, living in the darkness and shadows his King creates for him. He has never been one for the duties that come with a kingdom; he never fit the part. But now, like a puzzle-piece, he quietly places himself at the apex of Sylva, tied to his water and dark cave, ready to help create whatever it is Modicum envisioned - as long as he got his pound of flesh.
“What is it you need me to do, Modicum?” He asks, strangely vague. What shall be expected of him in this now-deadly forest? What can he expect to come trapezing into his territory, and how could his power be used?
m a u g r i m.
@[Modicum Mortem]