with its phantom chased for evermore

*Cesar* · 12-10-2015, 03:17 PM

After a moment of careless burrowing in the rabbit’s stomach, it stopped moving. The beastling didn’t notice. Inside the flesh was wet and warm, and smelled wonderful. Each mouthful was bliss – the slick blood creeping farther and farther up his face every time he went in for another bite. Although the color was hardly visible against the onyx mask that already covered his face, it wet furs and clumped them together and glistened in his scars. He was in ecstasy.

A ragged exhale left his throat and he would roll over, draping his tongue across exposed and bloodied flesh, and then thrusting his neck across the carcass. He needed more! When he heard the footsteps of another, he would roll back onto his stomach and sit up abruptly, his slicked neck hairs sticking out every which way. He stared with wide, empty eyes and a hint of suspicion, glinting amongst his messy face. And then he twitched, flicking his tongue out to lick across his muzzle and then expose a few fangs. He hissed, ”Nononoooo.” Then, hunched close to the ground, he jumped up and coiled around the rabbit. He didn’t feel like sharing this, not today! Not his special meal!

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me

with its phantom chased for evermore

Cesar