04-23-2018, 04:12 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
The other stallion reads his face (something that Maugrim tries his best to keep masked), unable to keep himself expressionless as the stranger - the maniac King - steps closer and closer to his lair. Anger ripples across his lips, drawing his muscles tight beneath shivering skin, ears disappearing beneath the dampness of his two-toned mane. His mouth parts in a rage-filled baring of his teeth, hot breath pulsing from his lips as Modicum edges closer and closer to what he does not understand. His pulse races wildly beneath his skin, and he knows that soon he will not be able to control himself from sweeping the stallion into the placid lake.
“Show me death.”
Not a second goes by before the lake water surges suddenly with life - made alive by the puppeteer who silently stands knee-deep, unharmed. A surge of water - icy cold and biting from autumn’s breath - surges forward to begin to wrap forcefully around the bulk of Modicum’s body. The water purposefully wraps around his knees, hungry and licking at his ebony skin, following its orders from the master on the other side of the shore. Mud rushes to meet his legs where the water meets the dirt of the bank, and it appears as if the water is a beast the way it pulls him into the current, gurgling and surging in its strength that Maugrim gives it. The Riverlord’s eyes do not waver as the scene he creates unfolds before him. In a breath the King is beneath the water, angry and spurting black waves closing over his head as he pulls Modicum into the deeper parts, where the muddy bottom is out of reach of his legs in case he tries to stand.
Maugrim disappears into the water as well, following the other stallion eagerly.
Kill, kill, kill.
The evergreen and pearl stallion is now made of nothing but water - sinew and muscle liquify into the blackness of the lake. Though Modicum may not see him, Maugrim is there; a silent, invisible and diabolical force that pushes in on his chest and lungs, shoving water through his nose and throat. Maugrim watches hungrily as the struggle for breath becomes harder (even though Modicum could not see him), and eagerly awaits the moment where his lungs would force him to breathe in.
In the last few seconds, Maugrim allows himself to become barely visible - a wavering form in the water before Modicum’s eyesight. It is his favorite part - where their eyes see him, their finisher.
He does not pull the stallion from the lake. Not yet.
When it appears that the King has drowned, Maugrim floats his body effortlessly to the surface, then to the shore. The Riverlord is solid now, standing before a barely breathing body that he could merely leave if he had wanted.
But he didn’t want to.
Maugrim pulls the water from Modicum’s lungs, from his trachea, and watches with wide eyes as it pools before his mouth and red nose, throwing his head up in surprise as the seemingly lifeless body before him coughs, sputtering up whatever black water still remained. Maugrim wrinkles his nose slightly, and the once frothing waters behind them now grow still once again, as if nothing had happened.
“As you wish,” Maugrim replies in a snarl, neck curved and ears pinned backwards. He had shown him death, like he asked. Maugrim had once been shown death, too - and from that moment on, he had been enlightened. He wonders if Modicum sees the world differently now, too.
“Show me death.”
Not a second goes by before the lake water surges suddenly with life - made alive by the puppeteer who silently stands knee-deep, unharmed. A surge of water - icy cold and biting from autumn’s breath - surges forward to begin to wrap forcefully around the bulk of Modicum’s body. The water purposefully wraps around his knees, hungry and licking at his ebony skin, following its orders from the master on the other side of the shore. Mud rushes to meet his legs where the water meets the dirt of the bank, and it appears as if the water is a beast the way it pulls him into the current, gurgling and surging in its strength that Maugrim gives it. The Riverlord’s eyes do not waver as the scene he creates unfolds before him. In a breath the King is beneath the water, angry and spurting black waves closing over his head as he pulls Modicum into the deeper parts, where the muddy bottom is out of reach of his legs in case he tries to stand.
Maugrim disappears into the water as well, following the other stallion eagerly.
Kill, kill, kill.
The evergreen and pearl stallion is now made of nothing but water - sinew and muscle liquify into the blackness of the lake. Though Modicum may not see him, Maugrim is there; a silent, invisible and diabolical force that pushes in on his chest and lungs, shoving water through his nose and throat. Maugrim watches hungrily as the struggle for breath becomes harder (even though Modicum could not see him), and eagerly awaits the moment where his lungs would force him to breathe in.
In the last few seconds, Maugrim allows himself to become barely visible - a wavering form in the water before Modicum’s eyesight. It is his favorite part - where their eyes see him, their finisher.
He does not pull the stallion from the lake. Not yet.
When it appears that the King has drowned, Maugrim floats his body effortlessly to the surface, then to the shore. The Riverlord is solid now, standing before a barely breathing body that he could merely leave if he had wanted.
But he didn’t want to.
Maugrim pulls the water from Modicum’s lungs, from his trachea, and watches with wide eyes as it pools before his mouth and red nose, throwing his head up in surprise as the seemingly lifeless body before him coughs, sputtering up whatever black water still remained. Maugrim wrinkles his nose slightly, and the once frothing waters behind them now grow still once again, as if nothing had happened.
“As you wish,” Maugrim replies in a snarl, neck curved and ears pinned backwards. He had shown him death, like he asked. Maugrim had once been shown death, too - and from that moment on, he had been enlightened. He wonders if Modicum sees the world differently now, too.
m a u g r i m.
@[Modicum Mortem]
OOC: Basically Maugrim 'drowned' him to where he was unconscious, then got all the water out for him, cause he was feeling 'nice'.
