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Posted on June 24, 2013 at 03:53:02 PM by Lucian
Varg's eyes leer out of the shadows like twin black lights in the night, an ominous and nearly demonic glow, casting inverted rays of anti-light out from the murky depths. Mandibles cut into a rapacious sneer, some twisted and gnarled expression akin to a smile full of razor sharp teeth, though entirely absent of any sense of emotion. Drool beads along the edge of a grizzled muzzle, tongue snaking to rasp along the edge of one canine as I observe the delicious looking morsel of female flesh stretched out in the thick snow, cracking the leg femur of a deer between her jaws to suck out the marrow. I watch the way her tongue dips inside the splintered calcium ore, dark red staining her silver-colored muzzle. The bitch had chosen the wrong part of the crater to wine and dine this night. For the bohemuth that stalks her has savagery in his hollowed eyes. Eyes incapable of processing color, eyes that no longer know the touch of compassion or the fires of Passion. They flash with cold cruel lightning as I taste her fragrance, thick and heady and alluringly potent in the womb of the Winter Heat. Cogs turn and click inside deranged mind, a red haze bleeding into it as instincts kick into a higher gear. Fire and spice rushes through my veins, scorching every tissue until my Core stands rigid and Wanting. Demanding. Whip lashes and a sinister rumble fissures through my parted ampliphiers like static. The delicate creature raises her hear, ears quirked to attention as she turns in time to see my leviathan figure step from it's tomb and into the light. She gasps in a mixture of fascination and horror, her eyes wide and reflecting my own image back on me. A silver-clad dragon, ears long ago singed down to jagged and ripped edges, one fore-paw looking almost alien where it is split, splayed in two with two toes on either side. I can practically hear the noise in her mind, taste her fear on my tongue and my Hunger rises to an inferno. Senseing her imminent mortality, the minx whirls to flee, but I am already launching myself after her, slamming her into the snow face first. She squirms and writhes but my weight holds her firmly for she is a delicate thing. Splayed paw presses that pretty muzzle of hers further into the snow bank as I straddle her beneath me, raking my long canines up the line of her spine until blood trickled in long fine trails in their wake. She whimpers and growls, twisting around to sink her fangs into the mangled paw, but I have long ago lost the feeling in the limb, nearly all sensation gone from nerves so badly damaged during the Meteor. I luaghed, a wild, riotous sound, one without mercy as my hot breath hissed in her ear. "You'll pay for that, Bitch" And I ravaged her, taking her with a ruthlessness that ripped her small body to tatters. By the time I had finished and was sated she was missing one ear and a paw was twisted at an odd angle. She stilled breathed but only barely, and blood from her wounds and the core of her body spattered the snow like a delicious painting. When she fell limp between my feet, eyes nearly as dead and vacant as my own, I let my tongue slide across the expanse of her cheek one last time, and then I stepped away from her, leaving her in her own filth where she may or may not recover. My attention turns now to the remnants of her meal, and I snap up one of the leg bones and stretch out a few hundred yards from where my victim suffers, licking my lips and enjoying the sanguine mixture of hers and mine and the deer's blood. |
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- Slit my throat Save my life - By Fatality June 26, 2013 at 02:54:47 AM
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