nightcomer
01-19-2017, 02:57 PM
The silvery veil of light that shown through the whole in the overhead shimmered, heavy snow falling through layering the room in a thick coat of snow. The creaking of the ship had begun to sway despite the calm seas, due to the wind outside but that would not silence the growls of torment. He stood in the steel room snarling his murderous gaze beamed into the steel spike that had been blown open on the wall. -More- Steel met flesh as he shoved his skull against the jagged blade, feeling the tingling sensation as his skin was split along the sides of his face. It had become a habit lately of hurting himself that was becoming a grand addiction, think strands of dark red spilled upon the white blanket melting it. The feelings of ecstasy peaking the edges of reality as the sixth stroke of the blade cut between his ears, blood and snow falling off his face in a slow manner. His tri tail stiffening as his skull lifted into the sky letting his crimson liquid flood over his eyes and down his neck. A maniacal laughter flooding from deep within that was loud enough for only those in the room to here. -Harder- Waiting just enough for the sensations to calm before he slammed his head straight into the spike, feeling it pierce one side of his scruff exiting the other side. The stab wasn't deep enough to be one fatal one, but it was enough to get a rush out of his soul of bestiary. He was a sadist and masochist all in one; having become both Master and slave before his eyes. Shattered mind hidden beneath the curtains of a good looking body. Muscles shifting as he backed away from he jagged spear slowly, letting the feeling flood his spine causing him to shiver lustfully. '"Ich brauche mehr! Um die sündigen Taten des Selbstschadens zu fühlen, reicht nicht .. Feed ... Ich muss füttern."' There was a look in his eyes as the baritones of his voice jumped, darkened and faded outwards looking up onto the moon yearning to taste something. There had been so many women whom had teased his senses of hunger, yet none had truly satisfied his unquenchable thirst. A red serpent snaking outwards to catch a dark strand of crimson that hung like drool from his russet colored lips. -Feast upon them- Twisted thoughts filling his black mind that only fueled his want to feast upon wolven meat once again. It'd been too fucking long! '"German"' |
ALBERICHT'S ACCENT https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LP7h0ZgvlE
Warning! This male is unpredictable and is prone to use language, attack, and gore. This character is cannibal, so thread at your own risk.
Warning! This male is unpredictable and is prone to use language, attack, and gore. This character is cannibal, so thread at your own risk.