05-14-2018, 03:09 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
He stands over him, the lakewater staining his coat a murky brown as it drips down his muscled legs and chest, breathing heavily from exertion. Maugrim threw him away, much like a child’s plaything, onto the dark shoreline, and watched intently as the droplets of water clinging to his coat now freeze over with meeting the cold air. The world is silent around them and the Finisher swears he can hear the crackling of ice forming over the black stallion, and for a moment is too infused in watching it grow across his skin that Maugrim does not realize his own flesh is freezing as well. The two-toned beast snorts; droplets of water expel from pale nostrils in a glittering array of frozen water, lowering his head slightly to get a better look at his destruction.
He can smell blood - metallic and sour - but it is overrun with the dampness of the lakewater that seeps through every pore. Curiously, Maugrim begins to bend the water within Jesper’s lungs and esophagus, pulling the murky liquid from his nostrils and mouth. For a moment, Maugrim wonders if he can bend the blood within the stallion, but that experiment would be for another day. The water pools at the corners of Jespers’ mouth, rancid and unfiltered as it accumulates in the muck.
Maugrim’s body shivers in the damp cold, and the dark clouds above them begin to release tiny flakes of snow throughout the forest. The beast glances up, bottomless eyes scanning the sky for a moment while snow gently lands on his eyelashes and whiskers. Cold and near frozen, the algae and pearl stallion pulls the water from his own skin, bringing it out to float beside him in small droplets that hang there hauntingly in the air. He releases his hold and the sound of the water dropping back into the lake reverberates through the forest. He wrinkles his nose, displeased with the weather, and steps over Jesper onto the pine-needle encrusted forest floor. He is now completely dry, mane and tail freely flowing in the icy wind.
The darkness of the cavern calls to him. He is done with the stallion for now - there is barely a heartbeat, which makes the torture less interesting. The stallion is breathing on his own - barely - and when he comes to, Maugrim would be waiting for him.
He can smell blood - metallic and sour - but it is overrun with the dampness of the lakewater that seeps through every pore. Curiously, Maugrim begins to bend the water within Jesper’s lungs and esophagus, pulling the murky liquid from his nostrils and mouth. For a moment, Maugrim wonders if he can bend the blood within the stallion, but that experiment would be for another day. The water pools at the corners of Jespers’ mouth, rancid and unfiltered as it accumulates in the muck.
Maugrim’s body shivers in the damp cold, and the dark clouds above them begin to release tiny flakes of snow throughout the forest. The beast glances up, bottomless eyes scanning the sky for a moment while snow gently lands on his eyelashes and whiskers. Cold and near frozen, the algae and pearl stallion pulls the water from his own skin, bringing it out to float beside him in small droplets that hang there hauntingly in the air. He releases his hold and the sound of the water dropping back into the lake reverberates through the forest. He wrinkles his nose, displeased with the weather, and steps over Jesper onto the pine-needle encrusted forest floor. He is now completely dry, mane and tail freely flowing in the icy wind.
The darkness of the cavern calls to him. He is done with the stallion for now - there is barely a heartbeat, which makes the torture less interesting. The stallion is breathing on his own - barely - and when he comes to, Maugrim would be waiting for him.
m a u g r i m.
@[Jesper]
Felt like this is a good way to wrap it up! He got all the water out of his lungs, and you can either say he's left on the shoreline to freeze, or wakes up and moves to the cave to recover. Up to you! <3