05-30-2015, 09:06 AM
If you’d imagine Hell’s throne room, you could depict the demons with their obligatory vice. You’d have Wrath, seething in the corner, eyes as red as blood. Next to him Envy, green and fine with jealous beads of sweat running over his crocodile body. Lust was easy, he was too busy fawning over things that he could not have. Gluttony would be holding up armfuls of grapes, but having some poor pet feed them to him, one by one, his mouth full, no time and no want to talk. Sloth, he is the epitome of nothingness. Bone-idle and lazy to the very, agnostic core. Thus we are introduced to Nier. Handsome and manipulative, daring and brash, if only he could get up off the couch and do something.
Sometimes he felt the world owed him, sometimes he felt he owed the world, some form of compensation for his existence, but alas, he would amble the earth, terrorise it’s victims until the end of his days. If he didn’t die from complete boredom.
Ashen hooves kicked up some of the melting snow beneath his feet, they balled beneath his soles and he felt like he was walking on stilettos. He decided long ago that walking the earth’s crust was too much work. Flying was the way to go, even if he never truly soared with the eagles so to speak. The real epitome of a fallen angel, wings as white as the foamy clouds, but a heart as black as the night sky. Heart? I think you’d be pretty sure that the grey steed had not a heart in his body, just an empty space where it would have resided.
Nothing excited him. Nothing made any spark in his dark eyes. Very little enthused him to make him move, to stir something in his core.
He yawned again, tail flicking idly by his hocks, his eyes watching BrokenStar with a strange intensity. She had a soul unburdened, a beating heart within her and life in her veins, pumping ripe and true. The way she pressed up against him made him think of things, terrible, terrible things. He trailed his muzzle along her spine, nipping, biting, catching hairs in his teeth. Her words were whispers of wanton, words he would have expected to hear a little way along the line, but not now. He must be doing something right...
"I have an eye for exceptional things..." he blew a breath, near her cheek, his teeth finding her jawline where he nipped, softly, never affectionately but with a softer force than before. Nier then took a step back and watched her, slow, deliberate, from her hoof to the tips of her ears.
"That's a promise I'd love to hear you say -- I'd show you many things, Pet, you just have to allow me to own you. You are mine, and in return you have my protection, you have my eye." he rose a proverbial brow, gave a low, guttural snort and firmly nipped towards her backend. He was some equine Christian Grey, dark thoughts and an twisted mindset, if only he could over the dullness in his dark eyes.
"I have no doubt what you could be for me, and Hell is surely one of them. But, Pet, Demons are from Hell and I find it quite homely..."
n i e r;
the SNAKES start to SING
tyrael x amnesia
the winged, invisible sloth demon
Sometimes he felt the world owed him, sometimes he felt he owed the world, some form of compensation for his existence, but alas, he would amble the earth, terrorise it’s victims until the end of his days. If he didn’t die from complete boredom.
Ashen hooves kicked up some of the melting snow beneath his feet, they balled beneath his soles and he felt like he was walking on stilettos. He decided long ago that walking the earth’s crust was too much work. Flying was the way to go, even if he never truly soared with the eagles so to speak. The real epitome of a fallen angel, wings as white as the foamy clouds, but a heart as black as the night sky. Heart? I think you’d be pretty sure that the grey steed had not a heart in his body, just an empty space where it would have resided.
Nothing excited him. Nothing made any spark in his dark eyes. Very little enthused him to make him move, to stir something in his core.
He yawned again, tail flicking idly by his hocks, his eyes watching BrokenStar with a strange intensity. She had a soul unburdened, a beating heart within her and life in her veins, pumping ripe and true. The way she pressed up against him made him think of things, terrible, terrible things. He trailed his muzzle along her spine, nipping, biting, catching hairs in his teeth. Her words were whispers of wanton, words he would have expected to hear a little way along the line, but not now. He must be doing something right...
"I have an eye for exceptional things..." he blew a breath, near her cheek, his teeth finding her jawline where he nipped, softly, never affectionately but with a softer force than before. Nier then took a step back and watched her, slow, deliberate, from her hoof to the tips of her ears.
"That's a promise I'd love to hear you say -- I'd show you many things, Pet, you just have to allow me to own you. You are mine, and in return you have my protection, you have my eye." he rose a proverbial brow, gave a low, guttural snort and firmly nipped towards her backend. He was some equine Christian Grey, dark thoughts and an twisted mindset, if only he could over the dullness in his dark eyes.
"I have no doubt what you could be for me, and Hell is surely one of them. But, Pet, Demons are from Hell and I find it quite homely..."
n i e r;
the SNAKES start to SING
tyrael x amnesia
the winged, invisible sloth demon