Somebody dies tonight
10-15-2013, 12:07 AM
Now just a little closer, that?s it, just this way? He coaxed in his mind, crazed and maddened with the need for violence curdling his blood. Nibelheim's molten eyes fixated on his target, so oblivious to the deviant barely being contained by sinew and flesh, the peril it was about to face and the death that it would soon experience. One of many life lessons that Nibelheim taught for free: you?re never truly safe in numbers. The air was moist and heavy, foliage laden with frozen raindrops and streaks of dawn etched into a dreary sky heralding the morning monster out of his now muddy hollow for two things, food and expending the energy that he could not otherwise use. He didn't dare expose his companion to his sadism, at least not while she was so fragile. But that was neither here nor there thankfully. The russet-furred monster lurked in the browning greenery with eyes only for the little speckled fawn whose head popped down and out of sight, an indication to close the proximity that stretched between them. The mother was not too far, head dipped into the aging grass while periodically checking on her adventurous babe. Even from this distance Nibelheim could smell the sickly sweet-sour odor of her milk that was likely the main sustenance for the little fawn. It looked so dreadfully tender, youthful and only just proficient where running was concerned ? targets like that sent a fever through him and made him pant just watching its little hips sway. Come on baby, I?m asking for just an inch. The voices in his head cackled loudly, shrieking with their need for tribute that would finally be answered. His heart danced a dizzying waltz, his blood deafened him and he felt as if he were nestled comfortably between living and dying as his shortened breath came in quick gasps. The fawns head fell again and Nibelheim couldn?t, wouldn't, hold it anymore. His muscles bayed for movement, his paws burned for flesh and his mind hinged on a gossamer strand of sanity that demanded blood on the floor. The wolf came out of hiding like a hurricane, tossing vegetation and blindsiding the babe who bleated in protest and kicked its way to its feet. Nibelheim caught a hoof to the chin, he felt it, it hurt but it didn't effect the viciousness of his assault. The doe had already bounded out of reach but her little one wasn?t so lucky as it's killer pivoted to put himself in front of it and snatch it wet snout in his maw, locking his lips around it in some obscene kiss. Mild-breathe filled his mouth and he felt twitchy as it struggled for life, fought for air. He?d have none of that now. The cruel hunter released his young lover whose kiss had restored some shaky plateau of balance within him and quickly snapped his teeth along its throat, its agonized cries reverberating through him as he dug for every inch that his fangs crept deeper into its pliable skin. Blood, that succulent nectar, drizzled in his mouth was scalding him, heavy like honey on his tongue. Nibelheim couldn?t resist allowing his eyes to travel the length of the fallen fawn to the doe lingering beyond the trees, bleating helplessly for her captive offspring and stomping her hooves in aggitation. A demented giggle sounded from his lips as he briefly parted them to hiss at her. "She's mine now." Speech, |