| Subject: [.Then I guess I'm homeless.] |
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Demon
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Date Posted: 12:02:42 06/05/03 Thu
In reply to:
'Letha'
's message, "The Heartless Have No Home" on 18:40:32 05/15/03 Thu
A far-off kerl’s lonely howl rolled across the temple, followed quickly by a gust of wind that rustled the dead leaves on the ground into a fervor. Demon’s pelt rustled as well, and for a moment it seemed the true wolf had surfaced once more. But it plunged quickly back into hiding as a flash of a bloody memory flitted through his mind, as the death-rattle of a puppy sang through his ears like a sweet epiphany.
His delicate nostrils flared as he watched the female in her passing, and he was silent save for a click of his jaws as killing teeth clacked together just as her shoulder slipped by. His intent, as always, was unclear. He watched the pile of dirt behind the female grow larger as she dug-a clump of earth struck his maw, which curled into a silent snarl, but otherwise he simply watched with feigned disinterest. . He began to get excited as her heart pumped faster with the effort to uncover the skeleton, and as her heart slowed he felt a vague sadness-racing hearts were always a pleasure to hear, especially when coupled with wheezing breath as the muscle tried to pump blood that wasn’t there anymore.
His nares were full of her scent, her living flesh so close...he felt an urge to taste, to rip apart the flesh that seemed to weak and soft, to feast upon her blood until he could feast no more. This showed beneath the veil of swirling red, which became brighter as his logic fainted away. Faintly he could hear the thrumming heartbeat of an avian-whether it was Letha's or not, he didn't know or care.
His ears perked slightly as she excavated the remains, and his own grin seemed to stretch his maw hideously, his outrageously fluffed plumage quirking up at the tip, dial canting to the side as he fixed his gaze on the vargress and the general direction of her heartbeat. Suddenly he moved forward, halting just short of her maw, his own drifting mere milimeters from hers-so close that their whiskers brushed. Feeling the tingling his maw twitched, his foul breath puffing in little clouds that rose above their heads. He wanted the skull, which showed clearly in his crimson-tinged orbs, and as far as he was concerned it was his already.
(ooc: sorry for taking so long...and I'm pretty sure it seems impossible for him to hear heartbeats, but there is a way..teehee.)
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