04-14-2021, 05:01 PM
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The saliva and blood landed on Ximen’s muzzle. The cheetah’s golden eyes narrowed, reflexively, and his tongue flicked out between his teeth. Why not? Why not consume blood freely given? The saliva wasn’t even an afterthought—more like an unwelcome spice, but not one which ruined the whole dish.
“You want to play?” Ximen muttered. He spoke so softly, his words barely audible to himself, much less the animals around him.
He glanced to Ares. The cheetah stood there and watched, patiently waiting his turn, until the girl finished. He would not interrupt. Why would he? She spilled more blood, brought the whole air to stink with its fleshy copper.
Ximen’s dreamy eyes, foggy with his reality, rested on Jormungand. He wasn’t fully present, not really, not when he focused on the scents in the air and the quivering of his own adrenaline. At times like these, he could retreat into the narrow space of reality, his favorite hideaway, between skin and muscle.
Yet he was still aware enough to step forward again once Ares calmed down.
He attempted to dig his claws into the empty hole where he’d ripped the flesh out. Because that was where the blood flowed freely, you see, and Ximen was a simple creature with simple desires. Revenge for Merlin was the last thing on his mind; Ximen only thought of himself.
In a quick lunge, a snap of teeth and claws, he grabbed Jormungand’s rear paw and attempted to break it between his fangs. Broken bones might’ve skirted the boundaries of the original agreement. But that Ximen even remembered the terms was a miracle.
This time, Ximen did not retreat. Leaning onto the jaguar’s head with a paw, he attempted to press Jormungand’s muzzle into the dirt.
His clouded eyes scanned the panther’s body. He licked his bloody teeth. Which places could he extract a pound of flesh and, yet, still operate within the constraints given? This question consumed his mind, for a time, until he decided he might as well pose his dilemma aloud.
“You ripped off Merlin’s wings, correct? You have crippled her. Gael should allow us to cripple you, because fair is fair.” He sighed, and continued appraising the jaguar’s body. “I would take an entire leg. Perhaps I should. That would be fair, wouldn’t it? So, in your own selfish interest of keeping your legs, what would you suggest instead?”
[member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member]
“You want to play?” Ximen muttered. He spoke so softly, his words barely audible to himself, much less the animals around him.
He glanced to Ares. The cheetah stood there and watched, patiently waiting his turn, until the girl finished. He would not interrupt. Why would he? She spilled more blood, brought the whole air to stink with its fleshy copper.
Ximen’s dreamy eyes, foggy with his reality, rested on Jormungand. He wasn’t fully present, not really, not when he focused on the scents in the air and the quivering of his own adrenaline. At times like these, he could retreat into the narrow space of reality, his favorite hideaway, between skin and muscle.
Yet he was still aware enough to step forward again once Ares calmed down.
He attempted to dig his claws into the empty hole where he’d ripped the flesh out. Because that was where the blood flowed freely, you see, and Ximen was a simple creature with simple desires. Revenge for Merlin was the last thing on his mind; Ximen only thought of himself.
In a quick lunge, a snap of teeth and claws, he grabbed Jormungand’s rear paw and attempted to break it between his fangs. Broken bones might’ve skirted the boundaries of the original agreement. But that Ximen even remembered the terms was a miracle.
This time, Ximen did not retreat. Leaning onto the jaguar’s head with a paw, he attempted to press Jormungand’s muzzle into the dirt.
His clouded eyes scanned the panther’s body. He licked his bloody teeth. Which places could he extract a pound of flesh and, yet, still operate within the constraints given? This question consumed his mind, for a time, until he decided he might as well pose his dilemma aloud.
“You ripped off Merlin’s wings, correct? You have crippled her. Gael should allow us to cripple you, because fair is fair.” He sighed, and continued appraising the jaguar’s body. “I would take an entire leg. Perhaps I should. That would be fair, wouldn’t it? So, in your own selfish interest of keeping your legs, what would you suggest instead?”
[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!