05-17-2020, 05:08 PM
I believe I'd die if I only could
I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good
Blood flies. It spurts out of Elio’s nose in a warm spray and the scent is overpowering on the wind when Bane inhales. He can pinpoint the miniscule drops raining down to splatter over the short, croppy grass and wild brush, and he grins when Celina taunts the escapee. The red stain trails down her chin and drips freely from her throat, landing and spotting her pale chest with bright dashes of color. No father should be proud in the moment, but Wolfbane certainly is. He’s more than proud: he’s pleased. Elio has met his match in them, and his daughter will become a fully-fledged predator right before his eyes.
They grow up so fast.
The hunt begins in a flash of activity, Celina darting out to race after the invisible stallion, and Wolfbane likewise launches himself into the air, sprouting a pair of dark wings that push him along quickly above the tangle of trees. He can hear them below and that draws him close enough to skim the tops of the growth with his paws, but he doesn’t relent or slow in the chase. Only Celina’s voice stops him, and he swings around mid-air to retreat back to the faint break in ground cover where he soon spots her down below.
To the common eye she looked idiotic, standing alone in a patchy area of free-growing grass. It looked as if this particular spot had been grazed down by a wandering herd, trampled into submission before they’d moved further south in preparation of an oncoming winter. Bane, knowing better than most that appearances were not always as they seemed, blinked away the sharp eyes of a predator and drew a bit of strength to change them into something a bit more useful. When his lids popped open again, he saw the world in flat washes of gray color all around, but where Elio stood in plain sight was a gleaming ball of white-hot energy.
The trick of invisibility was most advantageous in quick spurts. Had Elio known, he might’ve thrown it off altogether for the good it was doing him now.
His father plunged. “Celina! Here!” He barked, doing away with the wings entirely as the weight of his full form came crashing down through the thin branches overhead. Their spindly twigs grasped and tore his skin, but he was beyond feeling. There was only the cold necessity of the kill - the primal drive to subdue his prey as he reached out with thick, curved claws. Elio’s blindspot, any horses blindspot, was directly above them where their widespread eyes couldn’t quite see. His full intention had been to land and dig in, hold on for the ride and get a mouthful of that thick, arched neck sporting his signature striped markings.
Either way, if he missed or if he landed, Celina was there to jump in at a moment’s notice. Perhaps the threat falling from above would be enough to distract Elio from the threat already on the ground, and in that case, the senseless escape could be over long before it even began.
They grow up so fast.
The hunt begins in a flash of activity, Celina darting out to race after the invisible stallion, and Wolfbane likewise launches himself into the air, sprouting a pair of dark wings that push him along quickly above the tangle of trees. He can hear them below and that draws him close enough to skim the tops of the growth with his paws, but he doesn’t relent or slow in the chase. Only Celina’s voice stops him, and he swings around mid-air to retreat back to the faint break in ground cover where he soon spots her down below.
To the common eye she looked idiotic, standing alone in a patchy area of free-growing grass. It looked as if this particular spot had been grazed down by a wandering herd, trampled into submission before they’d moved further south in preparation of an oncoming winter. Bane, knowing better than most that appearances were not always as they seemed, blinked away the sharp eyes of a predator and drew a bit of strength to change them into something a bit more useful. When his lids popped open again, he saw the world in flat washes of gray color all around, but where Elio stood in plain sight was a gleaming ball of white-hot energy.
The trick of invisibility was most advantageous in quick spurts. Had Elio known, he might’ve thrown it off altogether for the good it was doing him now.
His father plunged. “Celina! Here!” He barked, doing away with the wings entirely as the weight of his full form came crashing down through the thin branches overhead. Their spindly twigs grasped and tore his skin, but he was beyond feeling. There was only the cold necessity of the kill - the primal drive to subdue his prey as he reached out with thick, curved claws. Elio’s blindspot, any horses blindspot, was directly above them where their widespread eyes couldn’t quite see. His full intention had been to land and dig in, hold on for the ride and get a mouthful of that thick, arched neck sporting his signature striped markings.
Either way, if he missed or if he landed, Celina was there to jump in at a moment’s notice. Perhaps the threat falling from above would be enough to distract Elio from the threat already on the ground, and in that case, the senseless escape could be over long before it even began.
For this thread: Sex: M ◉ Appearance: THIS CREATURE ◉ Mood: Dangerous
@[elio] I have 0 idea how you really want this to end, but Bane is going to try his best to make good on the promise of ripping a tongue out
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