05-04-2018, 05:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-04-2018, 05:02 PM by Modicum Mortem.)
He'd never forget the first time he had permission to unleash his own personal brand of hell on an unsuspecting victim. The mare had been large, and the Wraith king had told his inhabitants to do what they would with her. He'd crawled from the shadows, staring at her, drinking in her sweet scent. By this time Gryffen had already given her his seed, but that didn't mean he couldn't take some sloppy seconds right?
He'd raped her, and he'd tortured her. He'd bitten at her raw, burned skin and laughed as she'd cried. He had no remorse, he felt no shame. He was born to do this; running this damned kingdom was something he'd worked hard for.
Bright winter sunshine peers through the trees. Mid-morning is upon them, the cold wind blowing forcefully at his sides. Jesper and Krone had lived in tropical climates so long, he wondered how they were fairing the winter storm. He knew Krone was Maugrim's plaything at the moment, so he wants his own time with one of his captives.
"Oh Jesperrrrrr," He taunts as he spots the onyx stallion in the middle of the Sylvan woods. "You miss me?"
Modicum Mortem
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