07-20-2020, 09:30 PM
The podium where Silent had stood and declared himself Ardent was still warm, by the time Worm had slipped away towards the Typhoon. He rippled with purpose, with wicked, cruel, need.
To reap and sow the Pitt's first slave, to finally slake the thirst that the land beneath his paws trembled for, to pave the clan's new path on the souls of weaker beings... the thrill of it hummed in his brain, silencing all else. He'd sprung himself on some deer-like beast with the jaws of a carnivore, he'd rocked its skull and taken it home by its antlers, he had obtained his first prize. Worm had chained the poor beast to a rock, watched the blood roll down its face, dripping onto the earth, and smiled.
He did not stand beside the rock, no, but climbed upon it, perching on its craggy top, above his new pet. Above everything else.
And he howled as his pulse thundered in his ears, as he had declared the first savage feat his own.
As the deerbeast came to, questioning him, he laughed, manic and more than a little deranged, his saliva dripping upon the creature in his thrall.
"You are where everything meets its end." Worm's voice was bloody silk, rich and smooth in its depravity. He pauses, curiously, climbing down the rock some, reaching out to cradle his captive's chin in paw. "Feed it, or overcome it. Its maw will find your throat, either way."
To reap and sow the Pitt's first slave, to finally slake the thirst that the land beneath his paws trembled for, to pave the clan's new path on the souls of weaker beings... the thrill of it hummed in his brain, silencing all else. He'd sprung himself on some deer-like beast with the jaws of a carnivore, he'd rocked its skull and taken it home by its antlers, he had obtained his first prize. Worm had chained the poor beast to a rock, watched the blood roll down its face, dripping onto the earth, and smiled.
He did not stand beside the rock, no, but climbed upon it, perching on its craggy top, above his new pet. Above everything else.
And he howled as his pulse thundered in his ears, as he had declared the first savage feat his own.
As the deerbeast came to, questioning him, he laughed, manic and more than a little deranged, his saliva dripping upon the creature in his thrall.
"You are where everything meets its end." Worm's voice was bloody silk, rich and smooth in its depravity. He pauses, curiously, climbing down the rock some, reaching out to cradle his captive's chin in paw. "Feed it, or overcome it. Its maw will find your throat, either way."
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"the maddened illusion that hides the sick squirming reality of what i am. of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. that love us in their way."
- MAG 032
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