Into Neverland
09-17-2013, 12:43 PM
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Sick little games The tattered goblin danced his way through the mangroves greedy entrails, dangerously dismissive of the pack scent that lingered atop the land. He could hear the nearby rivers speech of defiance, and the surrounding vegetation seemed to snap at him with enraged jaws when he drew to close; he did not grant the warnings his attention. "Can't get me," he playfully mocked the branches, "nonono, won't gobble me up and spit me high. You won't, you won't!" He giggled to himself, skittering away from the foliage's grasp. It was only an addition to his forever deranged mode when he spotted movement just a few trees before his nose. A brave little dragonfly had ventured quite close to the dangers of the ground, and Rasend was not one to ignore such a toy. He dropped his gut to the earth, shimming his way towards the airborne target. "The big bad wolf is coming to get you little dragon. Better hide, better hide." His voice taunted the insect with a peculiarly puppy-like trill. Seemingly unaware of the beast, the colorful creature drifted down to perch atop a misshapen branch. Rasend took the chance and surged from his stalking, bounding towards his prey and eagerly clacking his jaws. It was a quick little thing however, and it rose from its landing just as his jaws tore into the wood. His head sprung skywards, raining mutilated shards of bark. Bony hips were slung around him, and his muzzle lurched between his shoulders, biting at the air around him. By some odd string of luck, he found his prize; the desperate creature was caged within the confines of his maw. Its wings tickled his gums and a strange coo coursed from his throat. It was a pity the thing was so small, for it was not as rewarding to kill something so helpless. Nevertheless, he squashed it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. The surprises that oozed from the tiny body were not quite as delectable as what he had come to find within his own breed, and they slid down his pipes with a reluctant strain. Consistently he seemed to venture from a natural diet in hopes of finding something more fitting for his wrongful desires. Such restrictions really toyed with the health of his frame; driving his skin tighter against his bones and threatening to reveal their pale faces to the world. Although, he did not seem to mind his body's endeavors, or perhaps he just didn't notice. The thick veil of his coat did a rather fine job at masking his utter lack of flesh. ~Rasend~ |
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