07-02-2024, 07:59 PM
Blood had always thrilled him.
It takes a few moments for the creature's crimson ichor to start seeping from its fatal wounds, but once it does, the ghost can't help but tingle with excitement. It pools steadily around the rock, almost as if the plasma is coming from the earth itself. A ripe metallic odor emits from squirrel's busted veins, and Beetlejuice lets out a low giggle. He flicks his head, lifting the heavy boulder to reveal the slaughter beneath.
Bits of flesh and sinew stick to the rock, and the wraith can't help but let out a harsh, howling laugh. The rodent has been flattened, bones crushed up on impact. Its tawny coat was stained a scarlet, its eyes still wide with agony and horror. Beetlejuice leans down to examine it, but is suddenly startled by a voice behind him - he had been so focused on the dead specimen he hardly noticed someone approach. He drops the rock back onto his kill, crunching it even more.
Beetlejuice, ears pinned defensively, turns to meet the gaze of his unwanted guest - he wants to curse at them, to lunge at their throat. This was his kill, and he wanted to revel in it. However, when he sees her, his azure eyes meeting her emerald irises, he softens. He was nothing if not a sucker for a beautiful girl, and the ghost straightens his posture quickly.
"Oh-um," He begins, clearing his throat. "Yes, very much so."
Beetlejuice is aware that he is not the most attractive horse in these lands, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit intimidated by such a pretty mare approaching him. The ghost was short and stocky; his ebony coat showed signs of his age, gray flecks dotting nearly every inch of him; his icy mane and tail were overgrown, tangled messes. He was unclean and unkempt, smelling of moss and decomposing leaves. His voice had an unpleasantly low, gargling cadence - not the flirtatious purr the mare speaks in.
His fleeting moment of self-awareness vanishes as he remembers what aggravated him in the first place - she interrupted his squirrel dissection! His brows furrow, but his ears stay pointed curiously at the mare. "What do you want?" He asks, what little decorum he had disappearing in an instant.
god called in sick today
beetlejuice
@kalika