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

Uncaring that he couldn't exactly see within this blinding darkness, Nosferatu continues on, blood-red eyes fixed firmly on the path ahead of him... even if that very path was invisable to him at the moment. Unkempt daggers ripped at the forest floor as ink-stained pistons churned steadily beneath brawny carcass, his stride faltering ever-so-slightly as he stumbled over a rock lying in his path - damn, what he would give for night-vision...

And yet still, the little wench continued to follow him. Nosferatu had listened to her mocking words about his racing heart-beat while keeping his own tongue behind his teeth, for once - anything to just get away from her. But he could not do it. No matter where he went, she followed - she was like the completely annoying, bratty little sister that he - thankfully - never had. He snorted sharply as the presense of her blood-stained physique was felt jogging alongside his own impressive build, the savage skull shaken sharply atop muscled and long viper as the devilishly handsome facade contorted into a vexed snarl, bloodied optics narrowing to slits within chambers. Damn, this girl just wouldn't quit, would she? Never had he saw anyone so desperate for attention - it was rather pathetic. He watched as she easily matched his strides, and then suddenly, darted ahead of him - good riddance; maybe she was finally gonna take the hint and get lost. But no, she stayed in front of him... and... what's that? A pale light began to hover above the two of them with just a blink of her pale blue eyes, leaving Nos undeniably impressed as the tapered thorns rose from their grave beneath onyx dread locks to prick forth atop the savage skull, his crimson tinted ooids staring at the seemingly otherwordly light in fascination. However, he did not let Morsemordre know this, and his auds pin themselves against the pinnacle of his arabic-sculpted dial, once again burying themselves alive beneath their own little grave of onyx tresses. Watching the chestnut lamia in front of him, he finally stopped in his tracks - it did no good to keep trying to walk away from her; she would just follow. Fixing her with a gaze that was of complete and utter loatheing, he snorted yet again, allowing the silence to enrapture muscled carcass for few moments, before jaws unhinged to allow deepening tenor chords to errupt from decayed larynx, forming coolly-spoken, venomous words.

"You just won't give up, will you? Damn, are you annoying. No wonder Akasha and Sinbad are dead - "otherworldly plague", my ass; probably killed themselves. After all, it seems like the intelligent decision when compared with the alternate one of having to put up with you for the rest of their damned lives..."

The words were harsh, mocking - never had he spoken of the devilishly pretty filly's parents before, but he did now, and they weren't exactly words of "admiration" either. Shortly after speaking, he simply glared at the younger girl, before a demented smirk befell over satanically handsome features, and he laughed - a cruel and rather insane sound, a hind cocking in what seemed to be boredom as he began to tear at the ground with a scabrous fore-hoof.

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 ]	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