08-02-2020, 07:10 PM
it was a blood-soaked feast
that never ceased
that never ceased
Maugrim watches carefully as her head sways like a snake, listening to anything that might give him away. He grins because it didn’t matter if she was able to locate him or not. It was all a game, like it’s always been, and he had readily accepted this fact from the moment he laid eyes on the shining obsidian of her armored skin. Their dance is mouthwatering and he finds his tongue wettening his parched lips, near-black eyes sparkling devilishly. The green and pearlescent stallion sees himself a god - unkillable, unsinkable - and because of this, is unafraid as he teases with the very predator before him like a plaything. Too long had he been hidden beneath the bowels of the earth, floating aimlessly with the creatures with no eyes at the bottom of the sea; the tantalizing and sweet scent of vulnerability and ferocity that seeps from her shining armor rouses the stagnant beast inside him.
For Fiorina, fortunately, of all the things he can be described as, he is a man of his word.
Her teeth meet the algae green of his neck and there is a gasp leaving his pale mouth as his flesh tears. Blood swells from the gaping wound, the scent of it metallic and raw as it spews down into the crevices of his solid chest, dripping like an iron river down his pale legs and staining the soft-green grass of the meadow with ruby. The man shivers at the sensation - the burning and searing of his skin being ripped apart, the scent that now makes his heart race all the more and, of course, the chilling way she has seemed to have forgotten all sense of self.
There is a grumble low in his throat as he lunges at her, the water that had been exploring her body now falling away into nothingness. His momentary pause to relish had easily left her time to lunge at him again, with either teeth or tail, or her brute strength. He knows colliding with her would do nothing but add bruises to himself, so as his body should meet hers, he materializes. Droplets coat her armor as he passes through her, easily reforming on the other side. When he solidifies, each droplet pulls from her to create his opaque form, the wound she had just inflicted on him already beginning to clot and heal, leaving the poseidon with a dark grin on his pearled lips.
He remains still, knowing that his movement from one side to the other would leave her confused only for a split second. A thick spiral of water then materializes from the water vapor around them and with a gentle tip of his chin, it twists upward with a rushing sound to make a grasp at her beautiful throat.
For Fiorina, fortunately, of all the things he can be described as, he is a man of his word.
Her teeth meet the algae green of his neck and there is a gasp leaving his pale mouth as his flesh tears. Blood swells from the gaping wound, the scent of it metallic and raw as it spews down into the crevices of his solid chest, dripping like an iron river down his pale legs and staining the soft-green grass of the meadow with ruby. The man shivers at the sensation - the burning and searing of his skin being ripped apart, the scent that now makes his heart race all the more and, of course, the chilling way she has seemed to have forgotten all sense of self.
There is a grumble low in his throat as he lunges at her, the water that had been exploring her body now falling away into nothingness. His momentary pause to relish had easily left her time to lunge at him again, with either teeth or tail, or her brute strength. He knows colliding with her would do nothing but add bruises to himself, so as his body should meet hers, he materializes. Droplets coat her armor as he passes through her, easily reforming on the other side. When he solidifies, each droplet pulls from her to create his opaque form, the wound she had just inflicted on him already beginning to clot and heal, leaving the poseidon with a dark grin on his pearled lips.
He remains still, knowing that his movement from one side to the other would leave her confused only for a split second. A thick spiral of water then materializes from the water vapor around them and with a gentle tip of his chin, it twists upward with a rushing sound to make a grasp at her beautiful throat.
m a u g r i m.
@[Fiorina]