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WARNING This thread contains violence starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised. It's set in the Dampwoods at dusk with Samael in Optime form. |
Blood to him smelled as sweet as candy and as alluring as a woman. There was a trail across the horizon, leading him onward. Blood meant injury, thus blood meant weakness. He followed along, carrying only a dagger. Bone showed through his flesh, his tongue caressing his lips in anticipation of murder. Long, bedraggled hair hung across his features and down his back. The canine had collapsed in the snow, bearing an injury seemingly inflicted by some large ungulate. It’d failed to make a kill, and it would die instead.
The creature shifted, snarling at the coyote. It rose, though fatigue hindered its movements, weighing it down. His fingers found the canine’s mane, stilling the movements of the head before pulling it back and slitting its throat. The blood ran warm over his hands and he drank it in ravenously. The skin split with ease beneath his claws, raking them across the creature, intending to slowly disembowel the corpse for no reason other than his own amusement.