07-27-2020, 09:53 PM
[quote="ghaul" pid='106633' dateline='1595428540']
@[breach]
GHAUL
And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire
Ghaul has never known fear. He has seen it in the eyes of others and watched it flicker out as they passed into that eternal sleep, but he does not know how it makes the heart race. When Breach speaks, a snarl rasps from his throat, and with it comes a plume of flame. Her hiss makes him grit his teeth as he listens carefully for her reply. The wild dragon cannot see her pointed teeth and so they do little to deter him when he pushes forward, testing her ability to resist his strength.
“If you will not give, then I will take,” he says with another snapping of his teeth. The hour of destruction grows near and he has no time to negotiate any longer. He breathes a short stream of fire and immediately follows it with lunging jaws aimed right for her face. With a twist of his neck, he slings her to the ground and plants a claw over her throat. The thick taste of blood coats his tongue. He pauses long enough to lick the red fluid smeared across his lips before looking down at her.
“I will rip your legs from your torso and bring them to him, as a gift. As a warning,” he explains as he lowers his head to hers. “He will obey or he will join you in death, and Virgil will take his place.”
His other foreleg reaches forward then and those ragged caws grip the upper portion of her leg. Ghaul gives a light tug as he tries to discern how much force it might take to simply tear the limb from its socket. “Take a deep breath now. This will be agony,” he says as his grip on her throat tightens and he presses his weight onto her throat. “On the count of three. One..”
But he is not true to his word. He begins to yank at her limb as he sinks his teeth into her shoulder to hold her in place. Ghaul’s head thrashes like a ravenous dog for several long moments until the leg comes free at last. The monster skitters back excitedly and examines the scene before him: a blur of red, a pool of white, and the outline of a warm limb separated from its master.
He grins and lifts his chin, issuing a series of croons and cries until a small colt comes hurrying to his side. Ghaul snatches her limb up in his teeth.
“Get her other leg and meet me in Nerine,” he commands the boy before spreading his wings and taking flight. Virgil turns to her then, his golden eyes watching her with detached curiosity as he edges closer.
“If you will not give, then I will take,” he says with another snapping of his teeth. The hour of destruction grows near and he has no time to negotiate any longer. He breathes a short stream of fire and immediately follows it with lunging jaws aimed right for her face. With a twist of his neck, he slings her to the ground and plants a claw over her throat. The thick taste of blood coats his tongue. He pauses long enough to lick the red fluid smeared across his lips before looking down at her.
“I will rip your legs from your torso and bring them to him, as a gift. As a warning,” he explains as he lowers his head to hers. “He will obey or he will join you in death, and Virgil will take his place.”
His other foreleg reaches forward then and those ragged caws grip the upper portion of her leg. Ghaul gives a light tug as he tries to discern how much force it might take to simply tear the limb from its socket. “Take a deep breath now. This will be agony,” he says as his grip on her throat tightens and he presses his weight onto her throat. “On the count of three. One..”
But he is not true to his word. He begins to yank at her limb as he sinks his teeth into her shoulder to hold her in place. Ghaul’s head thrashes like a ravenous dog for several long moments until the leg comes free at last. The monster skitters back excitedly and examines the scene before him: a blur of red, a pool of white, and the outline of a warm limb separated from its master.
He grins and lifts his chin, issuing a series of croons and cries until a small colt comes hurrying to his side. Ghaul snatches her limb up in his teeth.
“Get her other leg and meet me in Nerine,” he commands the boy before spreading his wings and taking flight. Virgil turns to her then, his golden eyes watching her with detached curiosity as he edges closer.
@[breach]