<font face="Georgia" size=1 color=darkred>LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT</font> -- The Pasture

The young demon continues to lap at the crystalline liquid flowing through the small stream, ashen labrums parting to absorb the fluid, throat muscles playing beneath sleek flesh of bloodied dirt enrapturing his muscular neck to convey the substance to his stomach. Needless to say, Nosferatu couldn't say that he was quite satisfied with the taste of the water - he much preferred blood mixed in with the usually bland flavor of the life-giving liquid; it reminded him of his homeland. And then, suddenly, he snorted sharply, jerking the savage skull upward in an abrupt motion as ooids of abyssmal blood narrow to slits within two dark chambers of desolate nothingness. Pssh... home - pretty much the last thing he wanted on his mind right now. He didn't want to think about his ignorant parents and how they had welcomed that little brat, Morsemordre, with open arms. He didn't want to think about Sleepy Hollow, or Acres of Freedom. Needless to say, he had never exactly been fond of the kingdom in which he had been born in - not to say that this hell-hole was any better, though.

He was preparing to feast upon the disgusting blades of jade in which all equines - hell-spawn and cloud-hugger alike - were damned to feed upon, when he was suddenly alerted to a presence. Pivoting around upon muscle-laden haunches, long and stalwart nape arches, his muscles tensing beneath blood-washed hide as the charred whip begins to lash violently at strong hocks, ink-stained spikes burying themselves alive beneath charcoal dread-locks. When blood-stained enamels are bared viciously toward the "intruder" it was then that he saw who it was: the vampiric filly. Upon seeing her, his look of menace changes, replaced by one of annoyance - venomously tenor chords are spoken coolly.

Oh, it's you...

The devilishly handsome facade now held a look of loathing as well as annoyance - why the hell had she followed him here? After all, the whole reason he had retreated into the forest was to get away from her - he didn't think she'd follow him. Snorting sharply in an irritable manner, the half-grown colt prepares to turn away from the young vampiress, before he witnesses her examining his latest kill - her nose delving right into the bloodied den of the mutilated rabbits. Curiosity over-taking his annoyance, Nosferatu just watches the chestnut bytch, ink-stained spikes flicking forth ever-so-slightly atop the savage skull as he listens to her words, bloody occuli glinting with interest. And as Morse began to lap at the blood surrounding the dead animals, Nos felt a strong surge of envious excitement - the kind of feeling he always got when he witnessed a vampiric equine feasting on its kill. A barely audible snort unleashed from expanded nares, the stud-colt steps forward ever-so-slightly, before he stops, raising his dial haughtily as the filly turns to look at him. And as her mocking vocalities are brought unto auds, the scornful smirk finding its way upon her devilishly pretty features, the young demon snorts, rolling blood coloured ooids heavenwards as the growled words come forth - coated with a layer of abhorrence as well as envy.

Yeah, well, we can't all be vampires, you know...

NOSFERATU
HELL-SPAWNED COLT
ARABIAN/FRIESIAN MUTT
STAINED OF BLOOD AND MIDNIGHT
ONE AND A HALF YEARS OLD
UNDETERMINED HEIGHT
REVEILLE X FLAMES O' HELL

Subject	Author	Date
[ dark mark ]	[ morsemordre ]	12:15:09 07/21/05 Thu
LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 16:38:53 07/24/05 Sun [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 15:56:03 07/30/05 Sat LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 17:49:29 07/31/05 Sun [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 21:04:15 07/31/05 Sun LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 22:00:37 07/31/05 Sun [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 23:16:11 07/31/05 Sun LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 09:01:14 08/01/05 Mon [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 21:31:29 08/01/05 Mon OOC -- Sam, 22:11:49 08/01/05 Mon