05-22-2018, 06:17 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
A dark woman, with glowing eyes of green, is here as well - but it is clear she is not for Maugrim, so the beast remains focused on the smell of blood and curdling organs, even as his bottomless black irises sweep over the curve of her hips unabashedly. He has never met her, but there is something about the nameless lady that intrigues the Riverlord.
The sound that comes from the darkness of the brambles and underbrush causes Maugrim’s spine to curve, rolling his shoulders as it hits his ears. He is still expressionless, but now his eyes fixate on the trembling foliage, lifting his chin slightly while his pale tongue flickers hungrily across cracked lips. It then slithers from beneath the shadow, trekking into the hazy sunlight that trickles through the thick canopy, and Maugrim’s nostrils widen as he inhales its scent. He had never seen anything like it, and his head tilts in an animalistic fashion, almost curious as his eyes meet its own.
Nexu.
Its voice is garbled and straining; it is not used to communicating verbally. Dripping with blood and shining with the black armor, the creature stares at them with mild interest - almost curious as its sharp eyes peer into each one of them. The clown asks it its purpose, its desire, but even Maugrim knew that it is clear - flesh, blood, muscle...it is strewn across the area in shreds, and only here in Sylva would its tastes be accepted and fed. The green and pearl stallion snorts sharply, dark eyes shifting to Modicum.
“It needs to feed. It needs a family,” he breathes to the black stallion, his voice sinister and calculating. His abysmal gaze turns to Nexu, lips twitching. “Nexu needs family.” He says again to it, with his words in a staccato, his body straightening as he stares at it, flicking his tail idly as if matching her own posture.
The sound that comes from the darkness of the brambles and underbrush causes Maugrim’s spine to curve, rolling his shoulders as it hits his ears. He is still expressionless, but now his eyes fixate on the trembling foliage, lifting his chin slightly while his pale tongue flickers hungrily across cracked lips. It then slithers from beneath the shadow, trekking into the hazy sunlight that trickles through the thick canopy, and Maugrim’s nostrils widen as he inhales its scent. He had never seen anything like it, and his head tilts in an animalistic fashion, almost curious as his eyes meet its own.
Nexu.
Its voice is garbled and straining; it is not used to communicating verbally. Dripping with blood and shining with the black armor, the creature stares at them with mild interest - almost curious as its sharp eyes peer into each one of them. The clown asks it its purpose, its desire, but even Maugrim knew that it is clear - flesh, blood, muscle...it is strewn across the area in shreds, and only here in Sylva would its tastes be accepted and fed. The green and pearl stallion snorts sharply, dark eyes shifting to Modicum.
“It needs to feed. It needs a family,” he breathes to the black stallion, his voice sinister and calculating. His abysmal gaze turns to Nexu, lips twitching. “Nexu needs family.” He says again to it, with his words in a staccato, his body straightening as he stares at it, flicking his tail idly as if matching her own posture.
m a u g r i m.
@[Maugrim]