10-17-2017, 08:15 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
There have been many strange encounters in these woods with all sorts of dark beasts and shadows. The moment with Pazuzu had been short and sweet (spilling his blood as claws slice against the pearly skin of his back, all in the name to entice him to his cause) before the demon had disappeared just as quickly as he had come. He hadn’t left completely empty handed. Perhaps Zuzu would remember if he ever appeared again, the way his crimson plasma had been bled to appease him. The various strange criss crossing of the scars along his spine. The curious stirrings he had brought out with him, the sensuality of being seduced by one of his own sex. No, it hadn’t been worthless.
The other scars tell different stories. A handful speak of the Alliance he had once fought in, before he served only himself. Some speak of murder, defensive wounds as they fought for their life. One curls along his neck where Deimos had placed talons as he determined his worth. Some are more recent, affectionate marks in his flesh made by his ravenous bluebird. In the end, they all found that his barking confidence matched his bite.
His teeth make no contact except with the air, however they seem to stir his stalker enough that she is suddenly standing mere inches before him. Just a head and a neck and some slightly visibly legs. His irritation fades quickly as the crimson of red bore into the endless black of her eyes. Lightly tracing the protruding fangs that peek from beneath her upper lip.
Now that is exactly what he’s been looking for.
She laughs at her little joke and a slow smile trails along his own pale lips, the bleeding iris’s glittering slightly in the pale light. ”Now what’s a nice ghoul like you doing in a place like this?” He teases lightly despite the hungry gleam in his eye. Seeing her worth instantly and craving to add her to the ever growing collection of useful trinkets he owns.
The other scars tell different stories. A handful speak of the Alliance he had once fought in, before he served only himself. Some speak of murder, defensive wounds as they fought for their life. One curls along his neck where Deimos had placed talons as he determined his worth. Some are more recent, affectionate marks in his flesh made by his ravenous bluebird. In the end, they all found that his barking confidence matched his bite.
His teeth make no contact except with the air, however they seem to stir his stalker enough that she is suddenly standing mere inches before him. Just a head and a neck and some slightly visibly legs. His irritation fades quickly as the crimson of red bore into the endless black of her eyes. Lightly tracing the protruding fangs that peek from beneath her upper lip.
Now that is exactly what he’s been looking for.
She laughs at her little joke and a slow smile trails along his own pale lips, the bleeding iris’s glittering slightly in the pale light. ”Now what’s a nice ghoul like you doing in a place like this?” He teases lightly despite the hungry gleam in his eye. Seeing her worth instantly and craving to add her to the ever growing collection of useful trinkets he owns.
Gryffen
@[Femur]