08-24-2015, 02:18 PM
The mare’s death was an agonizing one. He didn’t watch with barbaric pleasure, more of a scientific intensity on his face as he circled the dying mare and inspected her closely as she struggled for her life. His eagerness had abated with the actual action at hand, now he was all work although his ruby eyes remained extremely dark. Watching when the barbs had penetrated her skin, watching as redness leaked from her orifices. Blood droplets hit the dirt and he calls out to Straia, knowing she had come without having to search for her. ”Does this count as a sacrifice?” Perhaps the tree would greedily accept this meal or maybe not. It had been done for the Chamber’s benefit after all. The mare is still dying, screaming and writhing in pain. As she dies, he looks at the one who had delivered the blow and searches for any emotion on her face. Unreadable but her apology still rings in his ears. Then there is nothing but silence and the feeling of increased frenzy due to the beating heart beneath their hooves. ”Hmmm.” He pauses, studying the corpse once more before turning to Cellar with a grin. ”Well done.” They both stand over the dead, his head tilted towards her as he gauges the scaled creature. ”But why did you apologize to her?”That is the most curious thing to him and one he needs to know. If she regrets her unique ability and what she can do with it. Her responsibility as death’s angel. Amusement glitters in crimson depths and he snorts softly in response to her thoughts on the quick death. ”And does that bother you? That she died so quickly?” It’s doubtful that she wanted to deliver a long and agonizing pain if she was apologizing for her actions. It didn’t matter to him one way or another. Long or short, as long as it was bloody and interesting… It worked for him. Another long pause as he shoots a quick look to the Raven Queen, wondering what she thought of all this. ”Cellar…. You have been blessed with quite a gift.” A shiver of thrill spasming across his muscles as he grins at her once more. God she was going to be quite useful. There’s a morose atmosphere that surrounds his new weapon and he extends his muzzle as if to touch her, thinking better on it and stopping the motion. ”Death comes to all of us. It will come for you. For the Queen. For me. You can do great things Cellar, being death’s messenger. And I can show you how.” - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf |