05-20-2018, 02:16 PM
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There isn’t much that goes on in his forest that he doesn’t know about. He’s always there, watching. A silent stalker in the underbrush, a predator waiting for his kill.
He enjoys killing, but he doesn’t have to do it to survive. He doesn’t have to feed on the flesh of other animals, although he does enjoy the trinkets he gets from them (Bones and hearts and other parts that he adorns his forest with). So when he finds that another horse had been doing what he usually did, he grows curious.
It’s a massacre. Blood splatters the various beech and walnut trees that surround him, it pools at his feet. Intestines are ripped apart and chewed upon, some even swing from the lower hanging branches of hickory. He spots a hindquarter splayed out for the world to see, and he laughs; in some ways, it was quite comical.
“You’ve sure done a good job of taking them out,” He calls to whoever may be listening. “Why don’t you reveal yourself, flesh eater?”
@[Nexu]
There isn’t much that goes on in his forest that he doesn’t know about. He’s always there, watching. A silent stalker in the underbrush, a predator waiting for his kill.
He enjoys killing, but he doesn’t have to do it to survive. He doesn’t have to feed on the flesh of other animals, although he does enjoy the trinkets he gets from them (Bones and hearts and other parts that he adorns his forest with). So when he finds that another horse had been doing what he usually did, he grows curious.
It’s a massacre. Blood splatters the various beech and walnut trees that surround him, it pools at his feet. Intestines are ripped apart and chewed upon, some even swing from the lower hanging branches of hickory. He spots a hindquarter splayed out for the world to see, and he laughs; in some ways, it was quite comical.
“You’ve sure done a good job of taking them out,” He calls to whoever may be listening. “Why don’t you reveal yourself, flesh eater?”
Modicum Mortem
@[Nexu]
|Proceed with Caution|