The evening is a quiet one, song birds have all flown home to the safety of their humble nests, and the owls and other nocturnal hunters have awakened from their slumber. The creature begins to stir too, drawing icy air into his already cold lungs. He sits on high, within a bed of thickly woven branches lined with blood stained pine needles and ivory bones. His mind is still mulling over his reunion with his once dead grand dam, something strange was happening in Beqanna. Whatever it was, he would be there, waiting. Lurking in the shadows to claim the leftovers for himself.
The creature does not dwell on his thoughts for long. Hunger struck at his stomach like a sharp blade - it was feeding time. Black ears swivel atop an exposed ivory skull, red eyes seem to glow in the moonlight from within their shadowy sockets. A lovely morsel is heard stirring in the dense forest below, he can smell the deer’s blood coursing through its warm body before he sees it treading carefully through the glittering snow. His claws grip the edge of his nest, he looms, waits. Wings stretched over his head, ready to swoop down and claim his prize, but he is too late. He can smell something else lurking in the wood, but it is not until the tigress bursts forth from the shadows and mercilessly claims his breakfast, that he can see who it is.
She was impressive, and the creature feels a grin spread across the one side of his face that still held it’s skin. Barely. He falls with uneven grace on mismatched wings, one with inky black webbing, the other with complete lack of skin or muscle. Taloned feet crunch through the snow toward the tigress, with his first few steps, his tight skin rips over his left hip to expose the bone. Patchy chunks of hair are tossed with the cool breezes, though he does not feel the icy breath of winter on his skin like those who live. He would never feel it. He closes the distance between them, staring at what was to be his breakfast, then his gaze flickers to the cat’s face. A voice crackles within his throat.
”you are an impressive hunter, tiger...I guess I will have to find breakfast elsewhere, as tempting as you both are..”
A blood red tongue runs along exposed teeth, a dribble of old, black blood trickles from his maw to stain the ground beneath him. He snickers, followed by a small sputter before speaking once more.
”The name is Lugosi. And what might this mighty tigress call herself?.”
The side of his face that can show emotion smiles, the other is in a permanent grin. It’s not often he finds others this far into the forest. Though when he does, they are not usually lucky enough to return to the outside world. This was his self appointed shadowy corner of Beqanna. He is normally a solitary creature, yet he decides to be social tonight. His manners may not be that of a seasoned gentlemen, but this was a slight (and frankly not so great) attempt at charm. Rarely does he get visitors, and this time he intended to take advantage of it.
The creature does not dwell on his thoughts for long. Hunger struck at his stomach like a sharp blade - it was feeding time. Black ears swivel atop an exposed ivory skull, red eyes seem to glow in the moonlight from within their shadowy sockets. A lovely morsel is heard stirring in the dense forest below, he can smell the deer’s blood coursing through its warm body before he sees it treading carefully through the glittering snow. His claws grip the edge of his nest, he looms, waits. Wings stretched over his head, ready to swoop down and claim his prize, but he is too late. He can smell something else lurking in the wood, but it is not until the tigress bursts forth from the shadows and mercilessly claims his breakfast, that he can see who it is.
She was impressive, and the creature feels a grin spread across the one side of his face that still held it’s skin. Barely. He falls with uneven grace on mismatched wings, one with inky black webbing, the other with complete lack of skin or muscle. Taloned feet crunch through the snow toward the tigress, with his first few steps, his tight skin rips over his left hip to expose the bone. Patchy chunks of hair are tossed with the cool breezes, though he does not feel the icy breath of winter on his skin like those who live. He would never feel it. He closes the distance between them, staring at what was to be his breakfast, then his gaze flickers to the cat’s face. A voice crackles within his throat.
”you are an impressive hunter, tiger...I guess I will have to find breakfast elsewhere, as tempting as you both are..”
A blood red tongue runs along exposed teeth, a dribble of old, black blood trickles from his maw to stain the ground beneath him. He snickers, followed by a small sputter before speaking once more.
”The name is Lugosi. And what might this mighty tigress call herself?.”
The side of his face that can show emotion smiles, the other is in a permanent grin. It’s not often he finds others this far into the forest. Though when he does, they are not usually lucky enough to return to the outside world. This was his self appointed shadowy corner of Beqanna. He is normally a solitary creature, yet he decides to be social tonight. His manners may not be that of a seasoned gentlemen, but this was a slight (and frankly not so great) attempt at charm. Rarely does he get visitors, and this time he intended to take advantage of it.