[M] Black snake living in a black hole

Argul Rakezael · 03-12-2011, 08:16 PM

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Argul Rakezael

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:: OOC :: Was contemplating on writing this in a new thread, but i ended up deciding it needed to be all together.

He watched Orin walking away, holding the lifeless pup in his hand. He wasn't worried about her coming back. He knelt down in the crimson stained snow. A twisted smile on his face. He set the lifeless pup down and began some of his work. He first finished what he started...he drug the knife across the neck again, cutting remaining flesh down to the bone. Leaning forward, with a pop, the knife went through the spine, severing the head from the body. He picked the head up and looked at it into the lifeless eyes. Argul's eyes a reflection of the cold lifeless void the eyes showed.

He set the head down and began to skin the body. He did his best to get big pieces of pelt. This would help him create his favorite supply of leather. Once that task was done he then thrust the knife into the fleshy muscles of the pup's body. Cutting out big chunks he set them in a separate pile. He salivated looking at the pile of meat.

"Dinner..." he quietly said to himself.

He looked down at the remainder of the body. Bones and entrails. He sorted through picking out some other edible pieces - heart and liver. Argul picked out specific pieces now. Intestines, stomach, kidney, bladder and lungs. He set them into a separate pile. These were important, if not the most important part of this. He gathered the rest up into a bloody, fleshy and bony pile of gore.

He took some rope out of a satchel he wore this night, attached to his belt. Quickly stuffing the pelt pieces in and next the pieces of meat, storing it away for later. He stood up and scouted around now, trying not to make too many tracks. He found what he wanted. There lay a decent sized log of some sort. The type did not matter, it was the size and weight he aimed for. He tied his rope around both ends and stepped into the loop. Raising the rope to his waste, he began to walk, dragging the log behind. He tested it on his fresh tracks. Satisfied that it covered up the tracks he went back to the unidentifiable pup corpse - or what was left of it. He picked up the pile with the intestines, stomach, kidney and bladder. Place them on the log and tying them to it with some of the rope he left loose on the ends.

Staring at the head and the last nasty pile, he thought a moment. He looked back at the log. What luck. Like this whole endeavor of his, everything seemed to fall in place. The log had a somewhat flat part, so he placed the remainder there. He then knelt and wiped all his tracks out of this area. He wanted to leave the gory scene for those would trace it back but kept his paw prints clear. He left Orin's alone.

He began his trek back to the house, walking over his original path. The log smashing out the print and the organs he tied to the log covering any potential scent and leaving red streaks here and there. That eventually lightened over time, being rubbed off on all the previous snow. This was a bit more taxing than he thought, he found himself panting a bit.

He entered through Orin's front door, dragging the log right in behind him. He was nearly done. He walked to the center of the room. He didn't care about his cent here and let the rope drop so he didn't have to drag the log now. He placed the head in the center of the floor and took a minute to make sure the face was aimed straight at the door. Going back to the log he grabbed the remainder pieces, the left over organs, bad pieces of meat and bones. He began flinging them around the room. He caught himself enjoying this very much so. He almost looked as if he was dancing about. He stopped and looked around, satisfied he created a sickening scene for those who discover it he then locked the door from the inside and returned to his log.

He drug the log up stairs, he was starting to feel the laboring work wear away at him now. Thankful when he reached the top. He looked to the window he came in and sighed. Walking over to it he places the log outside and then carefully climbs out. He puts the rope back around his waste and walks over the remainder of his tracks. Disappointed that they barely made the blood red trail as before, he was lucky if it even made a pink streak. Argul made sure to keep a careful eye out for anyone prowling about, but he felt pretty safe. He has scoped this out and planned well. Once back to a main pathway, he untied the rope from the log and quickly coiled it up and stuck it in his belt loop. He picked up the remaining organs and just threw them about, letting them rest or sink in the snow anywhere, they served their purpose. He moved the log to the side, satisfied. The path was crushed on both sides and there was no way to tell he was the last one to walk here. He could have walked here before this happened. He smiled wickedly and hurried off. He had to go clean himself now ...and have dinner.

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