December 06, 2018, 06:27 PM
He had snuck off again to free himself. But this time, it wasn’t from Ruenna, or even his practices at being ‘kind’ to himself. It was from the noise. But despite his wandering, the silence wouldn’t come, and the monster grew more agitated at his lack of respite.
Siq has been up all day, trying to follow Ruenna’s doctoring and fight back his urges to snap. Whether it be vocal or violent, there was just some terrible thing in him that forced him to his fours as she had settled to her bedding, and begone. It pushed him forward, away from the ‘family’ that he was meant to be looking after and helping thrive. It held that cold barrel to his temple and promised him release should he comply. But it had lied.
And now he was out here, alone.
The Demon had gotten better, to a degree. But he was tired, dark blue glimmer turning his hide into a mobile ocean of muscle and murderous potential. He hungered for something much less subtle, something that he would be able to sink his teeth into, and finish in a scalding ember of garnet haze. But there was no live nor dead prey he could crave right now. He wanted desperately to simple kill. There was no feeding this lust until he felt air and soul depart into the Void under his maw, to hear the final heartbeats of something great end beneath his tormented paws.
The legs moved mechanically, shuffling forward in a silent demeanor of someone who’s misgivings were left unchecked, and let loose. As a panther would have grace, Siqsa had chaos as it rose and fell with unbridled calamity in his hellish gaze. It nearly burned a path on the forest floor as the brute forever moved forward.
Head downcast and neck neck curved like a depressed dog’s, the Demon was on the prowl tonight, for something much more than a bite to eat.
Siq has been up all day, trying to follow Ruenna’s doctoring and fight back his urges to snap. Whether it be vocal or violent, there was just some terrible thing in him that forced him to his fours as she had settled to her bedding, and begone. It pushed him forward, away from the ‘family’ that he was meant to be looking after and helping thrive. It held that cold barrel to his temple and promised him release should he comply. But it had lied.
And now he was out here, alone.
The Demon had gotten better, to a degree. But he was tired, dark blue glimmer turning his hide into a mobile ocean of muscle and murderous potential. He hungered for something much less subtle, something that he would be able to sink his teeth into, and finish in a scalding ember of garnet haze. But there was no live nor dead prey he could crave right now. He wanted desperately to simple kill. There was no feeding this lust until he felt air and soul depart into the Void under his maw, to hear the final heartbeats of something great end beneath his tormented paws.
The legs moved mechanically, shuffling forward in a silent demeanor of someone who’s misgivings were left unchecked, and let loose. As a panther would have grace, Siqsa had chaos as it rose and fell with unbridled calamity in his hellish gaze. It nearly burned a path on the forest floor as the brute forever moved forward.
Head downcast and neck neck curved like a depressed dog’s, the Demon was on the prowl tonight, for something much more than a bite to eat.
Be careful, you don't want this.
Carefree, but there's a dark side that haunts this.
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Want to roll with me? Better know your place-
Because if you look around,
you'll see you've lost your way.
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Nights like this make me want a bite to drink - by Corvus - November 12, 2018, 09:21 AM
RE: Nights like this make me want a bite to drink - by Siqsa - December 06, 2018, 06:27 PM