08-12-2019, 04:21 PM
[glow=#2b0505,2,300]ENTITLED BASTARD[/glow]
//powerplay allowed by tricky, beck's roleplayer... trigger warning 
+ anyone else can join in to torture beck
/ also going to clarify that beck is a ghost, so injuries will be happening in that form and not his actual body
The pleading words from Samantha caused Jervis' maw to lift up into a mischievous smirk. Hearing her beg for his attention was all he needed to continue. The idea of bringing her was rather genius. Perhaps then they could both spread the word of his death-defying reign, but first they would need to be found. That wouldn't be long from now hopefully. They needed to suffer a bit more.
His paw sensed a shiver running through Beck. Then nothing more... As if Jervis wouldn't notice. He pressed down further on the feline's head as they spoke. The vulpine listened intently. A bubble of rage bundled up inside him as they spoke of his facial injury, causing a disgruntled growl to leave Jervis. "You say that," he shot back at Beck, "But once your little friends show up on my doorstep, then I'll be accomplishing something greater." A golden eye narrowed down at Beck. "Your mangy god-foresaken ass is just an asset to the crime." Snorting, the ardent pressed Beck's head down towards the edge of the water. "So don't think you're so special." Claws pushed against Beck's skin, tearing through it. "This is my legacy. Mine." Thus the show began.
Once in air, now in water, Beck submerged into the mucky river. Through gargles and struggles, the ardent held Beck underwater with all of his body weight on Beck's skull. For a moment, he pulled him up from the water to breath. With soaking wet fur in his grasp, he turned the feline's head towards him. A golden eye stared deeply into Beck's gaze. So far the damage hadn't been done. There was still life in Beck's eyes, which meant there was much more to do. Frustrated, Beck was plunged back into the Bloodbath River. This time it was deeper. Perhaps his head would even scrap at the shallow rocks and unidentified body parts at the bottom. "YOU DONE YET?" he howled at Beck, who wouldn't hear him through the thick water anyways. If a temper tantrum was his way to express his anger, then so be it.
Eventually Jervis found himself growing impatient and raised Beck up from the river again. The limp cat rested in his grip. There was still some fight left in him though. Jervis could sense it. Whether that was his severe paranoia convincing him that there was still a threat upon himself or Beck's unbreakable tension, no one would know the true answer to why the ardent still thought he had to continue on.
With a grunt, he pushed Beck into the river. The water was shallow enough in this area for the male to float aimlessly only a few centimeters from the bottom and stand if need be, but it wouldn't be long until Jervis followed him in. There was only a small and almost impossible window of escape. That window was already closed though. Jervis promptly rushed into the waters and met Beck in the middle of the red river. Through the rushing waters, Jervis held his ground and attempted to push Beck into the water, this time fully immersing them in the water.
Jagged claws grabbed at Beck's chest while his back legs remained on the male's pelvis region in hopes of keeping him down). Through ragged growls, several dirty incisions were made. Tar-like blood flooded the area, dirtying the water. As the water wasn't translucent enough for the vulpine to see what he was doing, he had to guess what he was grabbing next. Jervis went under himself as he dove into the male's chest, aimlessly grabbing at loose muscles and nerves. There was no end goal for the ardent. Every now and then he'd find a thick clump of an unknown organ, ripping it away without another thought in mind. He'd come to the surface randomly for air, only to continue seconds later.
Gruesome crimson-stained flesh floated outside Beck's body. Still attached inside him, they tried to float up to the surface unsuccessfully. Guts entangled around Jervis as he pulled savagely at Beck's insides, searching for a way to satisfy his ever-growing need of power. The closer he got to a pulse, the sooner he realized the answer. Tattered thumps rang throughout Beck's body. The mad king dug further in the male's chest, breaking whatever bone and flesh he had to, to eventually get into the heart.
With what sense he had left, Jervis searched for the source of the pulse. Adrenaline ran through him as he scraped the surface of the walls of the heart. Fretful and impatient, he pulled at it. Ivory teeth grasped around the feline's heart and his claws opened the chest wider in the meantime. It was not long before the valves tore away from their fleshy walls and gave way. Successful, the ardent came up to the surface for air. With a heart in his mouth, he let out a muffled yell of victory, hoping to rub his ghastly victory in Samantha's face.
To top it all off, he took one last dive into the muggy water. Just like he had done with Samantha, he dug his claws underneath Beck's right eyelid and forced his eye to be removed, though the optic nerve remained intact. When Beck floated to the surface, his eye followed along. It carelessly hung out of it's socket for all to see.
Satisfied with what he had done, the male dragged Beck's floating body to the shore and placed him in front of Samantha. She was unable to reach for him while she was chained, so Jervis knew her troubled screams were going to quite interesting. Perhaps even unnerving to the others. Seeing that Kydobi couldn't even take Samantha's current torture, what would this monstrosity seem like to him? Jervis wasn't at all curious though. He was too indulged in his fantasy. What he had done fulfilled his narcissistic power-tripping ego. This would be the final move before he moved forward with his plans. Then hell would rain down.
DISOWNED [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] DISGRACE + anyone else can join in to torture beck/ also going to clarify that beck is a ghost, so injuries will be happening in that form and not his actual body
The pleading words from Samantha caused Jervis' maw to lift up into a mischievous smirk. Hearing her beg for his attention was all he needed to continue. The idea of bringing her was rather genius. Perhaps then they could both spread the word of his death-defying reign, but first they would need to be found. That wouldn't be long from now hopefully. They needed to suffer a bit more.
His paw sensed a shiver running through Beck. Then nothing more... As if Jervis wouldn't notice. He pressed down further on the feline's head as they spoke. The vulpine listened intently. A bubble of rage bundled up inside him as they spoke of his facial injury, causing a disgruntled growl to leave Jervis. "You say that," he shot back at Beck, "But once your little friends show up on my doorstep, then I'll be accomplishing something greater." A golden eye narrowed down at Beck. "Your mangy god-foresaken ass is just an asset to the crime." Snorting, the ardent pressed Beck's head down towards the edge of the water. "So don't think you're so special." Claws pushed against Beck's skin, tearing through it. "This is my legacy. Mine." Thus the show began.
Once in air, now in water, Beck submerged into the mucky river. Through gargles and struggles, the ardent held Beck underwater with all of his body weight on Beck's skull. For a moment, he pulled him up from the water to breath. With soaking wet fur in his grasp, he turned the feline's head towards him. A golden eye stared deeply into Beck's gaze. So far the damage hadn't been done. There was still life in Beck's eyes, which meant there was much more to do. Frustrated, Beck was plunged back into the Bloodbath River. This time it was deeper. Perhaps his head would even scrap at the shallow rocks and unidentified body parts at the bottom. "YOU DONE YET?" he howled at Beck, who wouldn't hear him through the thick water anyways. If a temper tantrum was his way to express his anger, then so be it.
Eventually Jervis found himself growing impatient and raised Beck up from the river again. The limp cat rested in his grip. There was still some fight left in him though. Jervis could sense it. Whether that was his severe paranoia convincing him that there was still a threat upon himself or Beck's unbreakable tension, no one would know the true answer to why the ardent still thought he had to continue on.
With a grunt, he pushed Beck into the river. The water was shallow enough in this area for the male to float aimlessly only a few centimeters from the bottom and stand if need be, but it wouldn't be long until Jervis followed him in. There was only a small and almost impossible window of escape. That window was already closed though. Jervis promptly rushed into the waters and met Beck in the middle of the red river. Through the rushing waters, Jervis held his ground and attempted to push Beck into the water, this time fully immersing them in the water.
Jagged claws grabbed at Beck's chest while his back legs remained on the male's pelvis region in hopes of keeping him down). Through ragged growls, several dirty incisions were made. Tar-like blood flooded the area, dirtying the water. As the water wasn't translucent enough for the vulpine to see what he was doing, he had to guess what he was grabbing next. Jervis went under himself as he dove into the male's chest, aimlessly grabbing at loose muscles and nerves. There was no end goal for the ardent. Every now and then he'd find a thick clump of an unknown organ, ripping it away without another thought in mind. He'd come to the surface randomly for air, only to continue seconds later.
Gruesome crimson-stained flesh floated outside Beck's body. Still attached inside him, they tried to float up to the surface unsuccessfully. Guts entangled around Jervis as he pulled savagely at Beck's insides, searching for a way to satisfy his ever-growing need of power. The closer he got to a pulse, the sooner he realized the answer. Tattered thumps rang throughout Beck's body. The mad king dug further in the male's chest, breaking whatever bone and flesh he had to, to eventually get into the heart.
With what sense he had left, Jervis searched for the source of the pulse. Adrenaline ran through him as he scraped the surface of the walls of the heart. Fretful and impatient, he pulled at it. Ivory teeth grasped around the feline's heart and his claws opened the chest wider in the meantime. It was not long before the valves tore away from their fleshy walls and gave way. Successful, the ardent came up to the surface for air. With a heart in his mouth, he let out a muffled yell of victory, hoping to rub his ghastly victory in Samantha's face.
To top it all off, he took one last dive into the muggy water. Just like he had done with Samantha, he dug his claws underneath Beck's right eyelid and forced his eye to be removed, though the optic nerve remained intact. When Beck floated to the surface, his eye followed along. It carelessly hung out of it's socket for all to see.
Satisfied with what he had done, the male dragged Beck's floating body to the shore and placed him in front of Samantha. She was unable to reach for him while she was chained, so Jervis knew her troubled screams were going to quite interesting. Perhaps even unnerving to the others. Seeing that Kydobi couldn't even take Samantha's current torture, what would this monstrosity seem like to him? Jervis wasn't at all curious though. He was too indulged in his fantasy. What he had done fulfilled his narcissistic power-tripping ego. This would be the final move before he moved forward with his plans. Then hell would rain down.
dog with disease, you're the king of the sleaze
DEATH ON TWO LEGS
misguided old mule with your pigheaded rules
( ♛ ) —————— [color=#4C0900]tags. & the pitt. & red fox. & deceased.