04-13-2021, 06:49 PM
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tw; gore and attempted cannibalism
The wooden floor creaked under the cheetah’s paws. Ximen’s golden eyes flickered to the Tanglers as he swaggered into the room, tail-tip flicking as he recognized Ares and the rest. Elsweyr’s brother stayed out of the crowd and in the shadows, unlike the firey leader, and this preferences suited him more or less. Less, today, than usual.
His clawed paws continued walking through the crowd. His face, blank to the point of vacancy, turned to the Pittian capture. Then his tail-tip flicked again. But his face didn’t change; others considered him lazy, but the truth of the matter was that he hated moving a muscle unless necessary. Indeed, most often, moving a muscle was stupid. Ximen hid his calculating mind beneath a pretty boy’s empty smile.
Yawning, Ximen drew in the scent of blood and sweat, rolling it over his tongue. His eyes half-closed. He drowned in the metallic gore.
His jaw snapped shut quicker than a snare. Shaking his head, he glanced at Elsweyr. Should it bother her that nobody obeyed her order to hurt this wretched creature further? Perhaps she and the other Tanglers considered the punishment carried out. Completed. Because nobody stomached bloodshed, not really, not unless they had an appetite.
For a microsecond, a dark cloud brimmed in his golden eyes. But it winked out, quick enough, replaced with his sleepy, half-lidded eyes and pretty boy smile.
Ximen lunged for Jormungand. His claws shrieked permanent marks against the floor. Then he was on the weakened jaguar, attempting to dig his jaws into the prisoner’s shoulder and tear. It was not enough to kick or claw. No, Ximen held his paws against the flesh and tugged with all his body weight, head thrashing, eyes narrowed to slits.
Then he disengaged, as suddenly as he had attacked, and stepped back. In a mockery of daintiness, he held his paw over his bloody muzzle, but his paw did nothing to hide the tongue licking away the blood. All of the blood. Every drop.
And, if he had been successful in his real attack, his paw wouldn’t be able to hide the motion of his throat. Because punishing a Pittian with violence? Useless! You can take the rat out of the wilds but you can’t beat the wilds out of the rat.
But eating a rat? Even a piece of him? A rat wouldn’t forget that.
All the while, Ximen’s golden eyes had fogged over. His appetite had been sated. So he would wait, again, until his interest would be roused once more.
[member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member]
The wooden floor creaked under the cheetah’s paws. Ximen’s golden eyes flickered to the Tanglers as he swaggered into the room, tail-tip flicking as he recognized Ares and the rest. Elsweyr’s brother stayed out of the crowd and in the shadows, unlike the firey leader, and this preferences suited him more or less. Less, today, than usual.
His clawed paws continued walking through the crowd. His face, blank to the point of vacancy, turned to the Pittian capture. Then his tail-tip flicked again. But his face didn’t change; others considered him lazy, but the truth of the matter was that he hated moving a muscle unless necessary. Indeed, most often, moving a muscle was stupid. Ximen hid his calculating mind beneath a pretty boy’s empty smile.
Yawning, Ximen drew in the scent of blood and sweat, rolling it over his tongue. His eyes half-closed. He drowned in the metallic gore.
His jaw snapped shut quicker than a snare. Shaking his head, he glanced at Elsweyr. Should it bother her that nobody obeyed her order to hurt this wretched creature further? Perhaps she and the other Tanglers considered the punishment carried out. Completed. Because nobody stomached bloodshed, not really, not unless they had an appetite.
For a microsecond, a dark cloud brimmed in his golden eyes. But it winked out, quick enough, replaced with his sleepy, half-lidded eyes and pretty boy smile.
Ximen lunged for Jormungand. His claws shrieked permanent marks against the floor. Then he was on the weakened jaguar, attempting to dig his jaws into the prisoner’s shoulder and tear. It was not enough to kick or claw. No, Ximen held his paws against the flesh and tugged with all his body weight, head thrashing, eyes narrowed to slits.
Then he disengaged, as suddenly as he had attacked, and stepped back. In a mockery of daintiness, he held his paw over his bloody muzzle, but his paw did nothing to hide the tongue licking away the blood. All of the blood. Every drop.
And, if he had been successful in his real attack, his paw wouldn’t be able to hide the motion of his throat. Because punishing a Pittian with violence? Useless! You can take the rat out of the wilds but you can’t beat the wilds out of the rat.
But eating a rat? Even a piece of him? A rat wouldn’t forget that.
All the while, Ximen’s golden eyes had fogged over. His appetite had been sated. So he would wait, again, until his interest would be roused once more.
[member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member]
UNEXPECTED YET EXPECTED —
— i wanted to hate / i wanted to die / i wanted to see you sacrificed / i had to deal with the fear you gave me / but you fucker never tried to help me / i was jealous and i was scared / nobody ever replaced my pain / to say i’m not evil, to tell I’m not bad / too late, i’m lost in human nature / leave me be / set me free / leave me be / set me free / the hardest thing to me is facing the fear i live / no one can help me now, it’s under my heart / i’ll come to know the living, my demons are inside / i’ll bring them all to light / ———— emerged from the dark I come to life!