A black laughter surrounds the foul beast that has now claimed another. With poisonous fangs that bubble and burst to the other's back, causing a not-so-pretty scar, he steps back, kicking black earth into Phynn's eyes as the venom enters the dog's blood. "You feel that beating in your sick twisted heart, life to your useless body." He grins, those yellow teeth once again become flat; Deimos had never had a taste for flesh. That was best suited to be left for the mundane and grotesque creatures that craved to devour their own. Deimos had no love of his fellow man. What he wanted were their souls; not their bodies. Take their power, and depose of the lifeless bodies to the beach where such nonsense belongs.
Deimos side-steps Phynn's body, watching him writhe with the pain of taking on his abilities again. Soon, he would be to rights--but never quite the same again. In the meantime, that corroded sludge that seaps from him--that magic that leaves him and comes back to Deimos as a drug-high--that beautiful addictive power he craves--pulls around his body, and he is made whole once more. A black massive thing--svelte, and beautiful. Dangerous. His red eyes glow; slight feathering on his legs and the way the muscle wraps neatly around his frame. Black leather wings hook on to Phynn, grabbing at bleeding flesh hungrily--No. It is not time.--but drop their quarry, resting at his side. A dark, velvety voice is emitted from thin black, cracked lips.
"Go. Fill that belly of yours. When you have sated your lust for the hunt, come to me again. I have need of you in the Taiga."
He had need of him, alright. They would never be rid of him.
Deimos side-steps Phynn's body, watching him writhe with the pain of taking on his abilities again. Soon, he would be to rights--but never quite the same again. In the meantime, that corroded sludge that seaps from him--that magic that leaves him and comes back to Deimos as a drug-high--that beautiful addictive power he craves--pulls around his body, and he is made whole once more. A black massive thing--svelte, and beautiful. Dangerous. His red eyes glow; slight feathering on his legs and the way the muscle wraps neatly around his frame. Black leather wings hook on to Phynn, grabbing at bleeding flesh hungrily--No. It is not time.--but drop their quarry, resting at his side. A dark, velvety voice is emitted from thin black, cracked lips.
"Go. Fill that belly of yours. When you have sated your lust for the hunt, come to me again. I have need of you in the Taiga."
He had need of him, alright. They would never be rid of him.