gonna get 'cha [Samael]
08-04-2017, 08:29 PM
The scent of war, lingering on the edges of a pack territory. It was nothing catastrophic, but there was bloodshed and rage in the air. The beast lingered nearby, hoping to cash in on the chaos. A fight, a slave, perhaps even a deal. Many were eager to sell themselves, in hopes that the golden deity would be kind. Mostly, they were. Every now and again, there was one unruly mongrel, who was slaughtered or maimed as they pleased. The old days called, and the godling longed for their spoils to be returned. Sucking mud clung to their toes. Each alabaster digit was slathered in dark ooze. It darkened their pelt, spattered their belly. Muck made for a fantastic camouflage. Mismatched gaze remained level, low slung skull scanning over the surroundings. Hunger pulled at their guts, a different kind than usual. They sought an underling, a servant. Only the strong came to places like this. Here, the beast would find no slaves to take. Rather, they would find partners. Lovers or deal makers. The pitiful would not survive the depressive aura of this bog. Dark nostrils would lower to the muck, seeking out a scent. What kinds of prey would be here? Birds lurked in the trees, they could hear the trilling and chirping overhead. Mice? Their tiny paws would move over this terrain easily, given their minuscule size. A low sigh would slip over their teeth, and they continued on their path across the marshland. |