07-02-2017, 12:59 PM
"Evil requires no reason."
It hisses as it turns, it’s body rippling with magic that it had not had in years. First it’s legs resemble a cat, long and lean, covered in black fur with claws you couldn’t help but notice. A blink and it’s legs were something else, equally as ferocious. Each breath, each thump of the blood through it’s heart it shifts into something else. Until it’s form resembles more of a large hell hound, scaly legs with long claws on the end. It’s face angling until it was nothing more than skin covering bone as it’s eyes find the one that lurks. It tilts its head into the wind and smiles.
It smells him, even if he hides amongst magic of his own. Even if It cannot see him or find him, it can smell him. It laughs, a small little laugh of amusement. “Come out….come out….” It hisses, a long tongue slipping past it’s lips as it dragged it across the blood there. “Plenty…to go around.”
Shadows slip from it’s body, until there was no way that anyone could have found the rest of him amongst the dark. Camaraderie indeed, It would rip the flesh from it’s bones should he appear. Maybe It from before would have laughed, smirked and tested. It now was interested in little else than reveling in power that it had not felt in so long.
The front half of his starts to slip back into the shadows, too willing to play some hide and go seek until, until another comes.
It pauses, it’s clawed feet slipping from the shadows and it’s head tilting towards the tantalizing smell that the other had. The stallion was massive and it let it’s teeth shine in the moonlight as it circled him. A gravelly sound of pleasure rumbling from it’s throat. “Yessss…” It touches it’s lips to his shoulder. “Your blood…” It says, plucking his thoughts from his mind like apples from a tree. It leaves a trail of blood across, where ever he is touched until with a small hiss, it finds the place that it wants and sinks it’s fangs deep into his flesh.
”Yessss.” A hiss of pleasure from the same lips of the stallion it had its fangs sunk into. Memories of long ago.
It pauses as it savors the taste of his blood in it’s mouth before with a jerk of it’s head, it rips the flesh from his shoulder.
pain and pleasure mingling until it was indescribable
It tilts its head back and swallows the flesh whole, the blood dripping down it’s neck. It comes back to the hole on his shoulder, it’s tongue sliding across it with a purr. “Mine…” It claims him, sending just a tickling of healing magic into the wound, just enough to clot the blood vessels.
It remembered no one. Not even It’s own name.
It just was.
It smells him, even if he hides amongst magic of his own. Even if It cannot see him or find him, it can smell him. It laughs, a small little laugh of amusement. “Come out….come out….” It hisses, a long tongue slipping past it’s lips as it dragged it across the blood there. “Plenty…to go around.”
Shadows slip from it’s body, until there was no way that anyone could have found the rest of him amongst the dark. Camaraderie indeed, It would rip the flesh from it’s bones should he appear. Maybe It from before would have laughed, smirked and tested. It now was interested in little else than reveling in power that it had not felt in so long.
The front half of his starts to slip back into the shadows, too willing to play some hide and go seek until, until another comes.
It pauses, it’s clawed feet slipping from the shadows and it’s head tilting towards the tantalizing smell that the other had. The stallion was massive and it let it’s teeth shine in the moonlight as it circled him. A gravelly sound of pleasure rumbling from it’s throat. “Yessss…” It touches it’s lips to his shoulder. “Your blood…” It says, plucking his thoughts from his mind like apples from a tree. It leaves a trail of blood across, where ever he is touched until with a small hiss, it finds the place that it wants and sinks it’s fangs deep into his flesh.
”Yessss.” A hiss of pleasure from the same lips of the stallion it had its fangs sunk into. Memories of long ago.
It pauses as it savors the taste of his blood in it’s mouth before with a jerk of it’s head, it rips the flesh from his shoulder.
pain and pleasure mingling until it was indescribable
It tilts its head back and swallows the flesh whole, the blood dripping down it’s neck. It comes back to the hole on his shoulder, it’s tongue sliding across it with a purr. “Mine…” It claims him, sending just a tickling of healing magic into the wound, just enough to clot the blood vessels.
It remembered no one. Not even It’s own name.
It just was.
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