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Posted on December 27, 2013 at 07:26:34 AM by Tobias
| The Black Prince It is not long he must wait this day within the blackened shadows of his kingdom, ebony pelt concealed within the swaths of darkness he wields as the emerald of his gaze gleams with reptilian chill from the darkness, focusing upon the male of grey and silver as he comes. He is an older male and though his body carries the scent of health, his features are marked and worn like an open wound, this disfigurement of a sort and imperfection, a weakness to the twisted mind of the darkened creature as he moves like a living shadow upon the wings of death to slide form within the confines of the shadows, paws silent atop the earth, his scent concealed within, carried off by the wind and away from the silvered male whom wanders with the foolishness of prey as the nightmarish male and creature of hell comes from behind, drawing closer and closer still as his handsome head, such a beautiful disaster, lowers itself into the stance of one whom hunts, sliding closer and closer like the slithered jaws of death itself until he is within range to launch his personal brand of horrific destruction upon the poor creature. He comes in a rush, of obsidian fury, shadows parting and twisting into life as white jaws flicker and flash within the fading light and he aims to seize the back left limb of the silvered male with snarl of hunger and hate that spirals like an orchestra into the forests of Taviora, a sickening battle cry as he seeks to sink white fangs into the lower limb of the male, upon the bony length above the paw. The right limb is weak, this he knows, yet he seizes upon the stronger left limb, knowing well the right is sure to give way and cause his victim to collapse beneath this pressure. Powerful jaws rip, slice and crunch with shocking force, seeking to grip and yet this is not the truth of his attack, he is not a creature whom haunts dreams because he simply mauls the limbs of others..…no. He is hell upon this earth and he will prove it so. Should his teeth find the hold they desire the powerful, towering male merely seeks to grip and twist, to rip the limb from the earth it stands upon as he pulls and savages, forcing his meal onto three legs, the fragile right surely struggling to hold, jerking backwards suddenly, sharply, attempting to drag his victim into the trees and forests, attempting to absorb him screaming and howling into the darkness from which he has come, to finish his meal in peace within the shadows he seems to near command. Teeth chew and tongue slides, lashings of saliva running down the unfortunate limb should his grip have found it as such, as if he very near attempts to swallow the limb whole, attached as it is. As if he seeks to eat the male alive. He pulls back with savage fury again and again, attempting to drag the male into the darkness, or indeed savage the limb beyond repair and leave his victim bleeding and baying from pain- when the scent of another comes. The silvered male is released, if indeed he is still held, the darkened creature melting back into the shadows and blackness of the forest with a growl, a rippling purr of violent promise. He will not leave his meal, not now, he seeks to finish what he has begun and an aged foolish female will not deter him, even as she speaks, his form sinking further back into the forests as he moves silently once more, his motion paused only by the whisper of his name upon her lips. A calling he has near forgotten, her words a hateful, vile noise to his ears as a hissing sound seethes from his lip and he circles once more, eyes still upon his victim, attempting to hide himself from the watchful eyes of a female he knows well, a female whom he has long plagued, dust and dirt unable to hide her true form from one whom sees her for that which she is. He cannot be fooled as others can. He knows this female. “Kiiiiiiska.” It is a hiss, a breath, slithered from his lips like the saliva that still falls, voice echoing through the trees and forests as he moves once more. He does not remains still, does not remain stationary, sliding from shadow to shadow, her words and taunts ignored. He cannot understand them, he does not care, his mind desires blood and he will have it even if he must rip her apart, the mention of her name, of Aaliyah, seeing him falter for a moment perhaps and yet the thought is as fleeting as the beat of a heart, the words twisting and warping within his mind before a deepened, hissing sound slides from his lips once more, sliding from the forests. “Dead…all are….dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.” It is if he is a record that has simply become stuck, tone as dead as the words themselves, broken, empty, emotionless, the words hissed from within his ravaged, damaged throat over and over, the insanity of his mind surely clear within these moments as he slides closer and closer still to the silver male. Coming from the side in this moment, a new angle, having moved through the trees to allow this, his attack sudden, lunging from the trees once more with a violent roar to attack from his hiding place. Teeth aim for the left limb of Holo once more, seeking now to seize it higher, Kiska ignored entirely. He does not fear an aged female with brittle bones and worn teeth. He seeks to delve into the thicker flesh higher up now, twisting his head savagely- seeking to tear through flesh and fur, to rip the limb off entirely if he can, his side near pressing into the males own. There is no place for the weak. He will consume them all.  Demetri x Jaidah |Sire of Elijah, Alyx, Riven & Seir | Loner | Mated to Flare | Imprint of Salem |
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- Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl December 27, 2013 at 01:29:47 PM
i cannot believe my eyes - By HOLO. December 27, 2013 at 09:09:24 PM
{ Chasing The Sun } - By Solaris December 28, 2013 at 09:07:14 PM
What a wicked Thing to Do - By kiska January 21, 2014 at 10:05:33 PM
:: The Black Prince :: - By Tobias January 23, 2014 at 09:48:18 PM
Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl January 28, 2014 at 08:40:03 PM
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