the lies we weave
08-26-2017, 11:49 PM
ooc. Kaine is scouting and being nosy, feel free to get mad at them
YOUNG AND A MENACE
This place was intriguing. The only pack in the area, as far as they knew. Lurking on the borders, crown low betwixt muscled shoulders, the beast observed. Someone would come along eventually, caterwauling war cries. They were always so entertaining. The mortals, once collected in numbers, seemed to think themselves worth the fear of gods. Tongue would slither from their jaws, caressing the sides of their muzzle. Their blood would sate the hunger that always gnawed within the godling's chest. It was a different kind of want, from the urge to fuck and the urge to eat. This one was more difficult to quell.
Titanic form would slip along the border, checking the scents. A weak spot would be an invitation for the clan Abraxas to descend. Intentional or not, displays of foolishness and weakness like that would get one killed. There were many within these borders, for sure. Enough to hold back the children of the Fallen One? Unlikely. Mismatched gaze would fall upon the mass of stone and foliage. Now, if they could get themself inside to take a look, that would be marvellous. Surely something such as that would provide a lovely view, and a surefire way to close a deal. Taking someone back there to fuck would get them laid every night.
Crossing the borders was oh so tempting. A few steps, and the little mortals would quiver and quake with outrage. It brought a soft chuckle from their chest, lips twisting in a grin. Wouldn't that be something? Pyr would love it, for sure. Amon? Maybe. That one was situational, for sure. The golden deity wondered who would stumble upon them, and what they would do. Would they instigate a fight? Snarl and spit? Or, more interesting, would they stop for a chat with the interloper upon their borders? Excitement began to tingle within their tendons, anticipation getting the better of them.
"speech"
I THINK THAT GOD IS GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TWICE
YOUNG AND A MENACE
This place was intriguing. The only pack in the area, as far as they knew. Lurking on the borders, crown low betwixt muscled shoulders, the beast observed. Someone would come along eventually, caterwauling war cries. They were always so entertaining. The mortals, once collected in numbers, seemed to think themselves worth the fear of gods. Tongue would slither from their jaws, caressing the sides of their muzzle. Their blood would sate the hunger that always gnawed within the godling's chest. It was a different kind of want, from the urge to fuck and the urge to eat. This one was more difficult to quell.
Titanic form would slip along the border, checking the scents. A weak spot would be an invitation for the clan Abraxas to descend. Intentional or not, displays of foolishness and weakness like that would get one killed. There were many within these borders, for sure. Enough to hold back the children of the Fallen One? Unlikely. Mismatched gaze would fall upon the mass of stone and foliage. Now, if they could get themself inside to take a look, that would be marvellous. Surely something such as that would provide a lovely view, and a surefire way to close a deal. Taking someone back there to fuck would get them laid every night.
Crossing the borders was oh so tempting. A few steps, and the little mortals would quiver and quake with outrage. It brought a soft chuckle from their chest, lips twisting in a grin. Wouldn't that be something? Pyr would love it, for sure. Amon? Maybe. That one was situational, for sure. The golden deity wondered who would stumble upon them, and what they would do. Would they instigate a fight? Snarl and spit? Or, more interesting, would they stop for a chat with the interloper upon their borders? Excitement began to tingle within their tendons, anticipation getting the better of them.
I THINK THAT GOD IS GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TWICE