Look upon me,

for i am the end incarnate

A light, summer breeze rolls with a whisper through the air, the rustling of leaves in the trees the only auditory betrayal of the shifting wind. All else is silent amidst fields that the wicked furian now relaxes in, her paws crossed over one another as she watches with feral eyes, waiting for a change in the scenery, for a scent to befall her sensory. It has been enough time now that her wounds have healed; her superficial injuries scarred over and the hair now beginning to fill in the spaces that were once bare, her breaths no longer causing discomfort when her lungs rise and fall, her full weight now being able to be place upon her limbs once more. She has recovered just as nature would allow her to and she is easing back into normalcy in the chaos that is her life.

Perhaps it was this constant chaos that follows in her wake that has drawn him to her on this night.

The pungent scent of a deer riles her into standing from her composed position, her instinct driving her to seek out this animal who reeks of injury and imminent death. Her large paws bring her from her resting place and away from the lake as the creature moves for a retreat into the woodland and toward its home. It is a young buck, injured from its prideful battles with others of its kind, likely taking on one male too large and thus ending in what will be his fate this night. He is limping rather heavily, a deep wound in his left shoulder causing his pace to slow and his gait to stagger as he moves along. This does not keep him from trying his damnedest to escape the heathen woman, his posture turning rigid as his nostrils flare and he is soon kicking off into a hindered lope.

Stella is soon in pursuit, her muscles kicking into overdrive as the prey animal flees for what life he may hold dear. He is swift and agile, but the demoness has stamina and will run all night if she must for bounty that will come from killing him. He begins to run toward the borders of Diveen and she adjusts her direction so that she is capable of steering him away and into the depths of the plains again, her jaws clashing at his heels as he begins to tire. Victory is now tangible as she closes in on the young buck, her eyes filled with ferocious hunger and her nails digging into the earth as she propels herself further toward him. One final stride and she lunges from the earth, heaving her colossal form upon the beast as her jaws tear into his throat and their two bodies come crashing into the ground. He gives a great struggle, his body writhing frantically as she grips tightly upon his jugular, moving her paws so that she is able to press firmly down into his shoulder and upper neck.

Just give up. Just let it go.

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | no servitude