01-02-2017, 10:31 PM
Blood oozed from his body where shards of bone protruded out from beneath his skin. They were placed symmetrically along his body; from his shoulder blades, his ribs, his hips, across his chest. Only about an inch and a half tall. For now. The most grotesque display of bone erupted from the flesh between his nostrils, angling upward as though it would one day cover his face like a mask. He was still too young for that just yet, but they were continually growing. Painfully growing. His sides were sunken in, as though he had no muscle mass despite his surprising strength. His mentor had made sure he had plenty of power within his body. His master.
The brand on his flank displayed his standing as a possession. A thing. An underling to do His bidding. And he followed His orders without hesitation. It was the least he would do for all He'd taught him. All He'd given him. The scarred motif of an Ash tree on his rump was the first thing he could remember. There had been a reason he'd sought out the magician, but it'd been wiped from his mind and replaced with superior knowledge. Superior skills. He asked the man once what it had been that made Dovev submit to him, but he'd swiftly learned never to ask again.
He didn't have a task this day. He simply saw an opportunity and took it.
She wiggled down in the snow like a child; a devastatingly beautiful thing. It almost reminded him of something.. And she was eating it too, lapping at it. Giggling in foolish joy. Sharp black eyes stared hard at her as he approached calmly. Drops of blood trickled in his wake, claiming the land, marking his passing. I have walked here, it said. I have hunted here. He stopped close to her, towering over her and casting the beauty into his bleak shadow.
It looked like he was about to say something, but instead his mouth closed and he only stared down at her. Then he reached for her, his muzzle pressed to her cheek without askance and he breathed her in. It was... nice. A good smell. Yet somehow wrong. Not quite right. But nice. He rumbled low in his throat and straightened.
Stand, he commanded tonelessly.
The brand on his flank displayed his standing as a possession. A thing. An underling to do His bidding. And he followed His orders without hesitation. It was the least he would do for all He'd taught him. All He'd given him. The scarred motif of an Ash tree on his rump was the first thing he could remember. There had been a reason he'd sought out the magician, but it'd been wiped from his mind and replaced with superior knowledge. Superior skills. He asked the man once what it had been that made Dovev submit to him, but he'd swiftly learned never to ask again.
He didn't have a task this day. He simply saw an opportunity and took it.
She wiggled down in the snow like a child; a devastatingly beautiful thing. It almost reminded him of something.. And she was eating it too, lapping at it. Giggling in foolish joy. Sharp black eyes stared hard at her as he approached calmly. Drops of blood trickled in his wake, claiming the land, marking his passing. I have walked here, it said. I have hunted here. He stopped close to her, towering over her and casting the beauty into his bleak shadow.
It looked like he was about to say something, but instead his mouth closed and he only stared down at her. Then he reached for her, his muzzle pressed to her cheek without askance and he breathed her in. It was... nice. A good smell. Yet somehow wrong. Not quite right. But nice. He rumbled low in his throat and straightened.
Stand, he commanded tonelessly.
