06-06-2018, 09:56 AM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
She seeks him out, like a moth to a flickering flame.
His dark eyes flicker to her with an expressionless gaze (though not to be mistaken with a bored look, or lack of amusement), a sharp snort leaving the lavender-pearl of his nostrils at the sight of the unfamiliar woman. He’s immediately interested, though it is not because she is female that he is curious. There is something about her - the confidence she exudes, perhaps, or the solidity in her voice - that makes him step forward to meet her, shadow spilling over each curve of his muscled body. She speaks to him as if she knows him, and he does not stop her. Maugrim watches her carefully, wondering where exactly this conversation was leading.
Maugrim’s head turns slowly to the movement in the undergrowth, a whuff of breath leaving his mouth as the skeleton trapezes across the darkness that breeds beneath the forest’s canopy. He is genuinely surprised, stretching his neck out towards the creature. His head tilts with a calculating click as his gaze shifts to the obsidian woman, curving his neck in pensivity. He can feel her tickling at his mind, which is met with a sharp toss of his head and a loud snort, lips rippling unpleasantly.
But his eyes then rove back to the demon made of bones and the pale of his tongue dampens his lips. He is already quite powerful - with his water welding and ability to melt into it - but the stallion continues to crave it; strength, control, ferocity. There is a rumble of contemplation that vibrates in his chest as his dark eyes slowly turn back to the magic woman.
“You have yourself a deal.”
His dark eyes flicker to her with an expressionless gaze (though not to be mistaken with a bored look, or lack of amusement), a sharp snort leaving the lavender-pearl of his nostrils at the sight of the unfamiliar woman. He’s immediately interested, though it is not because she is female that he is curious. There is something about her - the confidence she exudes, perhaps, or the solidity in her voice - that makes him step forward to meet her, shadow spilling over each curve of his muscled body. She speaks to him as if she knows him, and he does not stop her. Maugrim watches her carefully, wondering where exactly this conversation was leading.
Maugrim’s head turns slowly to the movement in the undergrowth, a whuff of breath leaving his mouth as the skeleton trapezes across the darkness that breeds beneath the forest’s canopy. He is genuinely surprised, stretching his neck out towards the creature. His head tilts with a calculating click as his gaze shifts to the obsidian woman, curving his neck in pensivity. He can feel her tickling at his mind, which is met with a sharp toss of his head and a loud snort, lips rippling unpleasantly.
But his eyes then rove back to the demon made of bones and the pale of his tongue dampens his lips. He is already quite powerful - with his water welding and ability to melt into it - but the stallion continues to crave it; strength, control, ferocity. There is a rumble of contemplation that vibrates in his chest as his dark eyes slowly turn back to the magic woman.
“You have yourself a deal.”
m a u g r i m.
@[Violence]
It's perfect!