04-26-2018, 03:05 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
There is no loyalty here - no brotherly bond, or allegiance pledge between the two stallions as they stand beneath the cold hiss of Sylva’s mist, wet with the blackness of the lake, harbored by the shadows of tree and a large, yawning chasm of blackness behind them. There is, however, an understanding that flashes between them in their smoldering eyes; an acknowledgement. Maugrim had found the look familiar as it crosses Modicum’s face (ages it has been since he had seen it, but he remembers it fondly on Levi’s mottled and cruel face), and it causes a bloodthirsty smile to flutter onto his pale mouth, his tongue dampening them with a hungry swipe across his lips.
He is ever the predator, only waiting for a command; a mission, a meaning behind the darkness he craves.
Modicum speaks names, and though Maugrim is content to keep himself in the shadows, he knows that he would need to reveal himself to be able to bring these two back to the terrible confines of Sylva. He offers Maugrim the reward that he would most desire, though the idea of a Queen kept in close quarters in the damp cave behind them electrifies him intensely, though her time there would ultimately end in her death. The Prince he would not care to keep, and he would be the first to go in a matter of minutes once handed over to Maugrim’s clutches.
His smile is not as energetic or maniacal as Modicum’s (they are different, their desires), but there still is a terrible darkness that comes with the curling of his lips, and the world around them seems to turn a darker shade. He says nothing to chaos’ King, leaving his pool with droplets of water slowly following behind him, drawn to his presence even as he leaves.
He is ever the predator, only waiting for a command; a mission, a meaning behind the darkness he craves.
Modicum speaks names, and though Maugrim is content to keep himself in the shadows, he knows that he would need to reveal himself to be able to bring these two back to the terrible confines of Sylva. He offers Maugrim the reward that he would most desire, though the idea of a Queen kept in close quarters in the damp cave behind them electrifies him intensely, though her time there would ultimately end in her death. The Prince he would not care to keep, and he would be the first to go in a matter of minutes once handed over to Maugrim’s clutches.
His smile is not as energetic or maniacal as Modicum’s (they are different, their desires), but there still is a terrible darkness that comes with the curling of his lips, and the world around them seems to turn a darker shade. He says nothing to chaos’ King, leaving his pool with droplets of water slowly following behind him, drawn to his presence even as he leaves.
m a u g r i m.
@[Modicum Mortem]
since morty's steal was successful (insert warrick angry face here), would you want maugrim to go pick up kwartz? and then maybe discuss how to bring krone here?