09-18-2018, 01:05 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]The only thing he did was watch him. Watch as the confusion fluttered across his expression but he knew what would happen next. Realization, anger, but he didn't expect the frustration. The confusion. Was this kitty holding more than he had previously thought. But something was up, wasn't it? Something wasn't working and he tilted his head a little, gaze wandering off to try and figure it out for himself. It would probably take a lot of guesses as to what the other was reaching for. Something deep down, hiding and not wanting to be found and he almost felt sorry for him. Perhaps whatever it was that he was searching for could have saved him. That idea, that singular thought that bounced around in his head made him grimace a little bit. Why didn't they save him? Though he had no real answer to that and his gaze napped back down when bloodied words were spat at him. Some of which splattered lightly on his paw that was holding the Ascendant creature down. The smell lifted up to him slowly, a gentle way that allowed his eyes to close and he just breathed it in before sighing calmly. He had an answer for his question and his long ears pulled back against his skull slowly. "Yes...I am.." His voice so soft and gentle left his muzzle as he gauged the feline.
He wouldn't say he was a coward. He'd been one all his life, never speaking up for fear of being punished. Never disobeying for fear of claws ripping into his flesh and when he had broken laws that he shouldn't have he had been reminded of his place and what he was. Just an instrument of work, a beast of burden. The crack of the whip sounded in his ear, a time so long ago but he felt the fire against his back and he winced. A jerk of his head to the side before he forced a harsh breath from his throat. He wouldn't be docile. Being docile meant others could play with him and do as they wanted. He couldn't. His pink gaze narrowed slowly for a moment as he rested his gaze back on Bastille and he almost looked apologetic in a way. Maybe sorry for what he had become, sorry for what he was about to do. Just sorry.
There was time to do this, time indeed and he thought about dragging out the process but it didn't suit him right now. No, he'd get a taste of him and push the process a little faster than it needed to be. Why not have just singular taste before it was all ruined. The creature leaned down, smoke surrounding them as he looked down at Bastille. There was still blood on his mouth and he flicked out his glowing tongue to slide it along the feline's muzzle, picking up traces of blood that had managed to slip from an open maw. He trailed it away and a shiver rain down his form. The blood of felines didn't taste as good as it did when it came from a canine but it was exquisite all the same. His teeth like daggers glinted and he seemed like he was about to say something but then those teeth found purchase in the chest of the feline. At firs there was nothing, just a stillness before a crunch sounded out. The sound of bones being broken and chewed like a piece of hard candy. He dragged the male's chest clean off and easily swallowed, watching the blood well up and spill over like the flow of a flooded river.
"Cowards do rash things sometimes.." The beast spoke clearly and he knew already that Bastille was struggling to breathe, struggling to live and grasp onto life. A part of him wondered what he was seeing right now. Perhaps last moments of family, children, a wife? He didn't know what but a part of him felt sadden. He hadn't gotten those things and some he wouldn't ever have at all. So what right did he have in taking his away? None but the right to instill fear. A claw flicked out then and he started to cute, slowly arteries were severed causing more trouble breathing, a thicker vein more like a tube. It kept pulsating, beating as if being defiant but then they always did. Another was cut another before the last one remained attached. By now he was sure that the leader was long gone, blood loss had a way of doing that and he sighed softly before he pulled the heart out of the feline's chest. "Sorry..." In his paw the heart remained beating like a beacon, a lonely tragedy.
-- permission was given to powerplay
He wouldn't say he was a coward. He'd been one all his life, never speaking up for fear of being punished. Never disobeying for fear of claws ripping into his flesh and when he had broken laws that he shouldn't have he had been reminded of his place and what he was. Just an instrument of work, a beast of burden. The crack of the whip sounded in his ear, a time so long ago but he felt the fire against his back and he winced. A jerk of his head to the side before he forced a harsh breath from his throat. He wouldn't be docile. Being docile meant others could play with him and do as they wanted. He couldn't. His pink gaze narrowed slowly for a moment as he rested his gaze back on Bastille and he almost looked apologetic in a way. Maybe sorry for what he had become, sorry for what he was about to do. Just sorry.
There was time to do this, time indeed and he thought about dragging out the process but it didn't suit him right now. No, he'd get a taste of him and push the process a little faster than it needed to be. Why not have just singular taste before it was all ruined. The creature leaned down, smoke surrounding them as he looked down at Bastille. There was still blood on his mouth and he flicked out his glowing tongue to slide it along the feline's muzzle, picking up traces of blood that had managed to slip from an open maw. He trailed it away and a shiver rain down his form. The blood of felines didn't taste as good as it did when it came from a canine but it was exquisite all the same. His teeth like daggers glinted and he seemed like he was about to say something but then those teeth found purchase in the chest of the feline. At firs there was nothing, just a stillness before a crunch sounded out. The sound of bones being broken and chewed like a piece of hard candy. He dragged the male's chest clean off and easily swallowed, watching the blood well up and spill over like the flow of a flooded river.
"Cowards do rash things sometimes.." The beast spoke clearly and he knew already that Bastille was struggling to breathe, struggling to live and grasp onto life. A part of him wondered what he was seeing right now. Perhaps last moments of family, children, a wife? He didn't know what but a part of him felt sadden. He hadn't gotten those things and some he wouldn't ever have at all. So what right did he have in taking his away? None but the right to instill fear. A claw flicked out then and he started to cute, slowly arteries were severed causing more trouble breathing, a thicker vein more like a tube. It kept pulsating, beating as if being defiant but then they always did. Another was cut another before the last one remained attached. By now he was sure that the leader was long gone, blood loss had a way of doing that and he sighed softly before he pulled the heart out of the feline's chest. "Sorry..." In his paw the heart remained beating like a beacon, a lonely tragedy.
-- permission was given to powerplay