05-26-2018, 02:00 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
The chaos that reigns in the deepest pit of Sylva’s darkened forest is almost too much for the solitary stallion. There are too many words, too many threats that linger without much forethought, maniacal laughter too often floating to his ears. Perhaps there is a method to all of the madness, a meaning behind the political plot twists and the calculating moves made by king and his pawn alike. Maugrim only cares for Maugrim, however, and will only do what is beneficial to him. It’s enough to send the two-toned stallion into the deepest recesses of the red forest, cloaked with shadow and blackness and the ever-dampness of his water - just to be alone.
The dampness of the cave coils around him much like a passionate lover, the soft drip drop of water onto the smooth stone floor rhythmically lulling in his ears. A recent rain freshly covers the entirety of Sylva, the leaves of the tall and stretching trees dripping loudly into the dampness of the ground. His skin is slick and wet as he enters into the sunlight, drawn into the open by the only thing that will stir curiosity in his otherwise thoughtless demeanor.
Blood.
He can smell its metallic tinge on the springtime air, just like had only a few days prior. The stallion snorts, wading through the forest floor like a serpent.
Maugrim comes upon the scene as the silent predator he is, stopping as soon as the sound of cracking bones and gnawing teeth fill his ears. Dark eyes scour the area and fixate on a terribly familiar (and terribly frightening) figure, its head hidden by the open ribs and chest of a doe. He watches for a moment, enthralled with the sound of teeth grinding bones to meal and the tentalate snap of muscle from tendons. Nexu nearly hums with contentment and for the briefest of seconds he almost wishes that he was capable of devouring his victims.
He says nothing to her, save for a soft snort that she may have heard. His eyes drift, to the nook of a pine tree where a restful, beating heart stirs in a tiny ribcage. Without much thought or decision, the stallion remains in a wide berth around the feasting creature, not wanting to disturb her. Instead, curiously, he strides to the sleeping fawn. Maugrim halts a few feet from its sleeping form, silent and still. His pale lips dampen with a swift lick of his tongue, eyes narrowing in thought. Grappling moisture from the recent rain, he wields it expertly before his face, spiraling it into a spear-like shape. His dark eyes glance down at the young deer, and with merely a breath, commands the water down its throat and into its lungs, where it drowns in minutes despite lying on solid ground.
Maugrim turns his head over his shoulder, ears flicking through the shadow for the sound of Nexu. He calls to her with a neigh, bobbing his head; wondering to himself if the black-armored creature would collect his newest victim.
The dampness of the cave coils around him much like a passionate lover, the soft drip drop of water onto the smooth stone floor rhythmically lulling in his ears. A recent rain freshly covers the entirety of Sylva, the leaves of the tall and stretching trees dripping loudly into the dampness of the ground. His skin is slick and wet as he enters into the sunlight, drawn into the open by the only thing that will stir curiosity in his otherwise thoughtless demeanor.
Blood.
He can smell its metallic tinge on the springtime air, just like had only a few days prior. The stallion snorts, wading through the forest floor like a serpent.
Maugrim comes upon the scene as the silent predator he is, stopping as soon as the sound of cracking bones and gnawing teeth fill his ears. Dark eyes scour the area and fixate on a terribly familiar (and terribly frightening) figure, its head hidden by the open ribs and chest of a doe. He watches for a moment, enthralled with the sound of teeth grinding bones to meal and the tentalate snap of muscle from tendons. Nexu nearly hums with contentment and for the briefest of seconds he almost wishes that he was capable of devouring his victims.
He says nothing to her, save for a soft snort that she may have heard. His eyes drift, to the nook of a pine tree where a restful, beating heart stirs in a tiny ribcage. Without much thought or decision, the stallion remains in a wide berth around the feasting creature, not wanting to disturb her. Instead, curiously, he strides to the sleeping fawn. Maugrim halts a few feet from its sleeping form, silent and still. His pale lips dampen with a swift lick of his tongue, eyes narrowing in thought. Grappling moisture from the recent rain, he wields it expertly before his face, spiraling it into a spear-like shape. His dark eyes glance down at the young deer, and with merely a breath, commands the water down its throat and into its lungs, where it drowns in minutes despite lying on solid ground.
Maugrim turns his head over his shoulder, ears flicking through the shadow for the sound of Nexu. He calls to her with a neigh, bobbing his head; wondering to himself if the black-armored creature would collect his newest victim.
m a u g r i m.
@[Nexu]
idk but i tried
<3