09-13-2019, 03:58 PM
tw: described gore & mention of self starvation
his journey into the bunkers that housed their friendly neighborhood harbringer had seemingly ended upon agreement to allow the beast to keep his own space below. it appeared that mikolaj had simply disappeared after that. not a sound or scent above to lead anyone back to where he had been, especially during red's unfortunate capture to not even hint at where mikolaj might even be. the typical assumptions would slowly come one by one.
he had left.
he had died somewhere.
he had been taken.
he had been killed.
rumors were only short lived, as the vampiric beast had little to no friendly acquaintances within tanglewood aside from the few other paranormal's around them. no reason to care for a ticking time bomb ready to kill for his own benefit. no reason to feel any sort of attachment toward a monster that only fed for himself and held no loyalty to crow and his beliefs and actions toward the pitt. no familial love toward the other swamp dwellers. village people. whatever they called themselves.
in truth, mikolaj had been repenting. punishing himself for his distasteful behavior. he simply laid across the cold stone floor and allowed himself to be swallowed by the dark. time went by with little to no care. the first week, his little audrey-ling had gotten tired of simply gnawing on his ears for food. she began testing her limits. tugging fur. pulling fur. eating fur. there was no response from the shepherd, simply allowing her to keep herself sustained while he refrained from it himself.
fur gradually escalated to flesh. after marking several patches across his back and neck, ridley moved onto his ears. slowly chewing away at the tips and scuffling away in case he acted out as he normally had when she simply bit them. his eyes were merely closed, even his breathing was questionable in telling if he was alive. he was simply shut down from the world around him. locked away in some dark room within his subconscious and slowly forcing himself to grow weaker and weaker.
the days turned to several weeks. by the time he eventually awoke, his body was... almost unrecognizable. multiple patches of fur larger than a grown man's palm spread across his body. his ears were almost completely chewed and eaten away. his tail, while also patchy, was missing bits of flesh around it. while he had been in a shutdown slumber, his regenerative traits had also been. his wounds were infected, and waking up so weak would cause them to slowly fix themselves over time instead of immediate as it had been before.
still, mikolaj felt nothing. no anger to the potted plant for using him as a meal every day. no pity for himself any longer. no frustrations with his hunger. he was... utterly... completely... neutral.
he stood slowly, stumbling and realizing that his back leg had been chewed into nothing but bone. the dead flesh round it smelled terribly rotten, as did the majority of his body. his body had genuinely died, only his brain active during it all.
the beast stepped forward, finding his footing with his exposed leg, and exited the bunker with shaky strength. mikolaj looked like a walking corpse. let alone the fact parts of his body was eaten away and decomposed, but his fur was dusty and gray. his eyes dull. had he not physically been standing and moving he could have easily passed off as just another dead tangler.
expressionless, he made for the rubble of marble in the center of the town, simply seating himself in front of it without another word.
"SPEECH"
his journey into the bunkers that housed their friendly neighborhood harbringer had seemingly ended upon agreement to allow the beast to keep his own space below. it appeared that mikolaj had simply disappeared after that. not a sound or scent above to lead anyone back to where he had been, especially during red's unfortunate capture to not even hint at where mikolaj might even be. the typical assumptions would slowly come one by one.
he had left.
he had died somewhere.
he had been taken.
he had been killed.
rumors were only short lived, as the vampiric beast had little to no friendly acquaintances within tanglewood aside from the few other paranormal's around them. no reason to care for a ticking time bomb ready to kill for his own benefit. no reason to feel any sort of attachment toward a monster that only fed for himself and held no loyalty to crow and his beliefs and actions toward the pitt. no familial love toward the other swamp dwellers. village people. whatever they called themselves.
in truth, mikolaj had been repenting. punishing himself for his distasteful behavior. he simply laid across the cold stone floor and allowed himself to be swallowed by the dark. time went by with little to no care. the first week, his little audrey-ling had gotten tired of simply gnawing on his ears for food. she began testing her limits. tugging fur. pulling fur. eating fur. there was no response from the shepherd, simply allowing her to keep herself sustained while he refrained from it himself.
fur gradually escalated to flesh. after marking several patches across his back and neck, ridley moved onto his ears. slowly chewing away at the tips and scuffling away in case he acted out as he normally had when she simply bit them. his eyes were merely closed, even his breathing was questionable in telling if he was alive. he was simply shut down from the world around him. locked away in some dark room within his subconscious and slowly forcing himself to grow weaker and weaker.
the days turned to several weeks. by the time he eventually awoke, his body was... almost unrecognizable. multiple patches of fur larger than a grown man's palm spread across his body. his ears were almost completely chewed and eaten away. his tail, while also patchy, was missing bits of flesh around it. while he had been in a shutdown slumber, his regenerative traits had also been. his wounds were infected, and waking up so weak would cause them to slowly fix themselves over time instead of immediate as it had been before.
still, mikolaj felt nothing. no anger to the potted plant for using him as a meal every day. no pity for himself any longer. no frustrations with his hunger. he was... utterly... completely... neutral.
he stood slowly, stumbling and realizing that his back leg had been chewed into nothing but bone. the dead flesh round it smelled terribly rotten, as did the majority of his body. his body had genuinely died, only his brain active during it all.
the beast stepped forward, finding his footing with his exposed leg, and exited the bunker with shaky strength. mikolaj looked like a walking corpse. let alone the fact parts of his body was eaten away and decomposed, but his fur was dusty and gray. his eyes dull. had he not physically been standing and moving he could have easily passed off as just another dead tangler.
expressionless, he made for the rubble of marble in the center of the town, simply seating himself in front of it without another word.
"SPEECH"