Hanged Man Comin' Down From The Gallows [Amon v. Ganta]
12-02-2017, 09:59 AM
Amon slammed into Ganta with seismic force. The impact was firm to Amon, but crushing to the smaller male. As he had expected, Amon's height meant that his shoulder was level with approximately Ganta's throat. As they collided the smaller male let out a ragged, choking sound as his windpipe collapsed as the air struggled to escape his lungs. Amon's teeth also found purchase in Ganta's shoulder, just as he had hoped. His fangs dug deep into the muscle and tendon along Ganta's back, and Amon relished the sensation of tearing it free. He listened with sick pleasure to the sounds of them ripping and popping beneath his might. Off balance now, Amon easily barreled the smaller male over, forcing him to the ground. As Ganta toppled, Amon noted that his hind right leg had been savaged by Gulo, leaving the wolverine looking rather proud of himself. Blood now streamed down Ganta's forelimb, and Amon gave him a cold smile. "Please remember that you had the chance to avoid this whole mess. We could have made a deal, but instead you decided to be overconfident. I can almost feel sorry for you... But not quite. Whether you truly believed you could best me or are simply dimwitted, your own choices have been your undoing. At least it will be a message to your family." Amon placed one gargantuan paw on the man's ruined shoulder and pressed his weight down onto the fresh wound, pinning him in place. "Don't play games that you can't win." Amon did not give Ganta a chance for last words, overcome by his bloodlust and reinvigorated rage. For all that he had had agreed with Pyralis that perhaps they ought to keep him alive, Amon had lost himself to the seductive pull of battle and torn flesh. Amon hadn't realized how much he missed it, and with the sweet taste of his enemy's blood on his lips he lost himself to those most primal urges. He had not been trained to conquer and let live. No, Amon had been molded from conception to conquer and kill. His head darted for Ganta's throat, jaws clamping down over his jugular. Clamping down and ripping sideways, the artery would rip open and begin painting the soil beneath them in a beautiful ruby red. It stained Ganta's snowy fur as the man gasped and flopped in his final throes, but was invisible against Amon's dark pelt. Amon stayed there until it was done. Stepping back from the corpse, Amon turned to see if his sister had left to return to the pack or not. Either way he spoke, knowing Gulo would be awaiting instruction as well. Blood dripping from his jowls, Amon said, "Let's hasten back. I'm eager to see what progress the others have made." Pride lifted the man's head as he walked, feeling more powerful now than he ever had before. The first step was complete. His empire had begun. -EXIT- |
Amon is prone to foul language, insulting comments, and the occasional act of violence.
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
