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[Samael Lykoi]

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SAMAEL: Sprawled elegantly betwixt the roots of a tree, golden creature lay silently, barely moving even to breath. Head resting against the tree's rough bark, crimson eyes stared half-lidded through the mist toward something that perhaps didn't even exist. Lost in thought, senses remained atune on his surroundings, even to the faint scurrying of a mouse in the undergrowth. But his mind was elsewhere, leaving his body a hollowed, empty corpse resting for all appearances as nothing but a fallen angel on the ground. He was sickened by his mortal affliction, and it pained him like nothing else, consuming his senses until he could barely think of anything else. Weakening him like nothing else ever could. So he'd left, longing to gain a moment's distraction, yet everything seemed to remind him of her. Muzzle wrinkling, not even by the very thought itself, rather how it afflicted him. Lust, to love, to all consuming passion, and he needed release or else he'd break. Yet self-satisfaction was no longer enough. A blur of motion, and a sharp, shrill squeal as a creature's life was ended. Jaws closing around furred flesh, bones snapped beneath his teeth. But his hunger was not for food, and he tossed the animal aside, peering down in disgust at the corpse now matted with blood. Claws tore through the flesh, for no other purpose than simple boredom, and he disembowled the poor creature who'd happened to chance on the coyote at the wrong moment. Licking blood from his claws, he sat up and peered through the trees, searching for something, anything that might spark his interest. RYOUJOKU: He did not really think of them as his own children; rather, they were toys, things to play with and twist around however he pleased, if only they would amuse him. That these particularly playthings were descended from him was an interesting detail though. He couldn't toss them around and break their necks unless he wanted an entire clan to come after his throat, but all the same, no one could tell him no if he wanted to teach them wicked things or show them how cruelly exhilarating it was to ignore the half-crazy angel on their shoulders. And wasn't it hilarious that the previous litters of demonspawn seemed so horribly indignant? The smell of blood was faint but not distant and he followed it with a mild interest. The creature he saw first was not the recently deceased though. The brother of that prettyboy from months ago, it would seem. Samael, wasn't it? The hybrid grinned as he neared, "You're bored, aren't you, darlin'?" He laughed a little to no one in particular and nodded towards the fresh carcass. It was clear that the killer had no real appetite; they appeared to be similar in that sense, perfectly willing to take a random life if only it would relieve a spot of temporary boredom. "It's more fun if you keep them alive a little longer." SAMAEL: A distraction came in the form of a half-breed, quite familiar to Samael. It was that creature who smelled of wolf, yet courted his mother, the Inferni queen. A curious situation indeed, but it hardly perturbed the Prince, save a faint jealousy that sparked unbidden. He lifted his head, regarding the other with crimson eyes as one claw ran across his lip. Pink tongue flicking out to lick away the last traces of blood that lingered, he smirked faintly in response, otherwise saying nothing. Shifting slightly, he pushed himself into more of a sitting position from where he’d been sprawled against the tree, running a finger through the blood of the carcass as it was discussed. ”Indeed,” he replied, flicking droplets away at nothing in particular. It seemed a killer they both were, but this was nothing of a surprise to the coyote. He’d grown up around Lykois, and they were crazy, all of them; and any creature able to court his mother must have been particularly insane themselves. Smile graced his lips, but it was hardly a friendly gesture. ”Are you suggesting a cure for my boredom?” he inquired lightly, resting a hand beneath his chin.

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