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

Nosferatu snarled inwardly as he listened to the chestnut bytch speak, blood-flecked ooids of abyssmal hatred narrowed to tight slits within chambers. His gaze refuses to waver from her - no matter how much he wanted to deny it - devilishly attractive figure, his attention never straying from her face as her tongue slips out from between sharpened teeth to lap at the crimson hemoglobin that coated her muzzle. Tapered thorns pricked forth atop the savage skull for mere seconds, before they tilted backward yet again, burying themselves alive beneath the thick webs of charcoal tapestry that made up his quickly-lengthening fore-tassel. It wasn't fair, after all - all the young hell-spawn ever wanted was to be a vampire; ever since he had witnessed a large, black, vampiric stallion stalking his prey with incredible stealth and then going in for the kill with such magnificent prowess, he had been hooked - from that day on, he would stalk throughout the forests surrounding his homeland, pretending that he was a bloodthirsty creature of the night searching for poor innocent victims to sink his serrated fangs into; and at least half of that sick li'l fantasy of his had not been all fake, mind you.

Of course, he always knew he wasn't a vampire - had not been born with such "blessings" layed upon him. Sure, his teeth were sharpened - as was his mother's - but they weren't long, needle-like fangs, and he lacked the heightened senses; smell, sight, hearing. And every time he would stalk his victim - often an abandoned cloud-hugger foal or a fawn that accidently got seperated from its mother - he would always be detected before he made the kill; he lacked the seemingly impossible trait of complete silence that a vampiric equine possessed - their hooves would touch the ground just like any other being, snap twigs, crack leaves - yet still, the silence enraptured them. How funny, and yet how irritating...

And, knowing that this Morsemordre - the daughter his father never had, whom he always seemed to favor over his own son, lately - was a vampire, the creature he had always longed to be, well... let's just say, had she not been, maybe Nos wouldn't have hated her so much. Oh, but she was, and this fact was only made worse when the young she-devil started bragging about her life as a bloodthirsty creature of the night - about how her 700-year-old grandmother was still alive, and how she was named after her... Pssh... the little wench... And they called him arrogant? This girl's nose seemed so high up in the air that it rivaled his own, by far. Still, it was rather... intrigueing, no matter how much the young demon wished to deny it. I mean, to be 700 years old, and still look and feel young - to never have to die unless you wanted to. 'Twould be simply fantastic. Still, the half-grown colt stained of blood and midnight said nothing. He simply stared at the younger one, a look of complete and utmost abhorrence upon devilishly handsome facade, before it disappeared, replaced with one of nothingness. Blood-red eyes became blank, emotionless - abssymal pools of nothingness; dashing features portrayed not even a hint of what he was feeling. Finally, a sneer wound its way upon his face, and a bitter chuckle was unleashed from decayed larynx, for seemingly no reason at all, before the colt pivots upon powerful haunches, stalking away from the chestnut lamia, charred whip cracking against battle-tested hocks, muscles rippling beneath blood-stained hide. Was this girl starved for attention, or what? Well, either way, he absolutely refused to give it to her. Let her think she "won" - Nosferatu simply didn't give a damn, anyway.

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 ]	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