09-23-2018, 11:16 PM
Vulgaris
It’s getting late and she’s still not home. He tells himself not to worry, not to let the emotion show while Adna stared up at him and told him all about her day. He forces a smile onto his lips when she commands him to patrol Loess less and play with her more. Of course, of course, he promises her with a light kiss on her forehead as she curls up for bed. The tiny serpent child falls asleep in the middle of explaining how the other children were no match for her in tag and he decides now is the time to slip away. Wolfbane is nearby and Adna has enough venom to fend for herself, he assures himself. She’ll be fine.
He glances over his shoulder as he quietly slinks toward the river. It was where they met, after all, and it was where he found her when she haunted his dreams each night. Vulgaris breathes in the scents of the world around him but he can’t seem to pick her out from the multitudes. Not clearly enough to track her, anyway. He keeps his ears trained for any sound like her voice but it is an angry call that draws his attention. His gray head lifts slowly before he approaches.
There she is, crumpled up on the ground while some stranger stands over her. He breathes in deep.
The scent is familiar in such a way that a typhoon of rage washes over him.
The feeling is nothing new – the burning of his skin, the blindness that comes with the hunger that is never sated. But the intensity is something he has never known and it strips away the who that is Vulgaris, leaving only the what. Only the hunter.
His eyes avoid Leliana, weak and vulnerable on the ground, and set their aim on the delicate pieces of Dovev’s throat. There is no time for explanations, no opportunity for clever excuses. Vulgaris has enough patience only for the precious seconds before his teeth find meat and his tongue tastes the perfect copper of blood. Then he will rip him, mouthful by mouthful, until there is hardly a meal left for the crows and vultures to pick at.
But then it occurs to him that perhaps he should draw this out. There should be suffering and payment, retribution for even looking upon the face of his angel. He keeps the venom from his fangs when he lunges in and gnashes at whatever he can catch within his jaws, whether it’s air or intricate muscles. Feral, phlegm choked snarls gurgle from his throat until he stops long enough to stare at the nemesis.
“I’ll devour you. I’ll crush the life from you and drag you to where ever you came from and make an example of you.” His teeth are bared as he watches, waits.
He has to stay whole enough to make it home to Adna.
he can completely miss with his bite or however you want, lol. this is so fun. <3