the glowstick that just don't learn how to glow

Bahamut · 11-03-2024, 11:34 PM

I won't repent for regret

The beast watched the smaller, pits of cerulean locked on rose. The pain and fear of the other a delicacy to the behemoth. His eyes sharp, wild and unkind, a monster of his mother's creation. He let a smirk settle on his lips. How cruel he could be and how far to push his little slave forming thoughts in his head.

The recognition of how kind he was sending a chuckle from his chest. How stupid was this slave. He'd killed men, slaughtered slaves for mere instances of disobedience. His tongue came then laping at the slave's cheek up to his eye. "Let's find you some ginger my little peach.... heard its good for.... circulation somewhere." where had he heard it? He couldn't remember, the lesson was likely given by a meaningless healer to him. Did he kill them to? Likely. He'd already slaughtered alot before these lands. Would the slave know what ginger was for though? He had had a knack for healing Mut knew but time the slave learned to use some. "Stand or I'll make you." he moved then off the slave and towards a tree, though his eyes stayed on the slave. "Hunt down the root and something to make sure your leg heals no pain reliefs though, or I'll make sure u know what my teeth really are for." cold, uncaring. That was him in the moment. Only when Sugusik moved would Bahamut move, and it would be to follow. Should the other run, mut was prepared to chase.

Walk, "Talk", Think

As I choke you to death

_{Art and Code by Asena; lines by Arconnery}

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