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Posted on January 5, 2014 at 03:37:50 AM by D'MANACO
A tiny voice begins to rasp in the back of my brain. Well.... it wasn't so much a Voice as a Feeling. A Notion. A NEED. A lump grows in my throat, and I bite my tongue to keep from hissing the word aloud. Bloood....Meat.....Taste Them.... I feel it rising inside of me, the Demon was awake, aware, and fervently watching through my eyes... the suddenly Delectable figures of the femmes before me. Pupils that had been narrowed to viper-like slits are suddenly dialating to alarming size, the entirety of my irises blacked out to abyssal pits of chaos. Saliva coats my tongue, a red haze creeping across the expanse of my mind and driving out all Logic. Ears flatten against my skull as the impetuous cub smarts off, driving me to the brink of my Willpower. Too long, too long I have been away from the social life of wolves. I couldn't hold my couth. There is a visible change to the eyes of these strangers. Something subtle, but visibly potent and highly volatile. explosive. The wolf before them somehow seemed larger, more threatening, more lethal, more insidious, more...more... there wasn't even a word adequate enough to describe it. I feel my consciourness being smothered, as if suddenly I were looking at the world from under water, and I was drowning. Drowning and I stand, suddenly looking frantic, gasping for air even as a rumbling peel of thunder roars through my vocal chords. Eyes target the child, eyes of a shark ready for the frendzy. Eyes of a Tiger about to Maul and gore. Eyes as black as Pitch, as black as Death himself. Eyes of sheer violent malevolence. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruun...." The thunder pleads to the females. It is bit out recklessly, the only warning my brain can muster to convey before I am lost, torn asunder as the Demon rips apart the shackles and chains I have so tediously tried to build and restrain it with. It rips the reins of my freedom away, stripping me of my sense of self and I simply Vanish. Gone is D'Manaco.... in his wake, this black plague of a Demon. The very air seems to crackle with an electric static, every hair upon the demon's back standing on end as he suddenly rears to his paws, a savage cry ripping through parted jowls as he makes a wild leap for the girl, pummeling into Tick Tock with his massive brute force, fangs snapping at the older female in a vicious melee of wickedness. Claws rake at his, attempting to shove her aside and expose the child. Blood...blood...blood It is a mantra, driven by madness. Driven by a sick murderous glee. It is written upon his facade, written in a rapacious, serial killer's smile. "Here little cubby, let me see what that wagging tongue tastes like..." A voice, so much deeper, so much more spiteful and dangerous even then D'Manaco's spoke. Venomous laughter spills form parted lips. (( OOC> Ick. Not quite how I imagined.... I need to seriously tap deeper into his psychie.)) † D ' M A N A C O † 365 Heavens To Destroy Bastard † 5 years of Filth † Single Wraith † No Hellish Domain † Monster Spawn of Abraxas & Teagan |
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- ~Careful, I Bite~ - By Gecko January 14, 2014 at 11:35:52 PM
you and I must Die - By Tick Tock January 16, 2014 at 02:20:26 AM
365 heavens To Destroy - By D'Manaco January 20, 2014 at 10:51:35 PM
goes the clock - By Tick Tock January 25, 2014 at 10:06:22 PM
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