Complexities of Creation

As Mariah stirred in the ethereal realm, so too did the void, awoken from stillness like a spider alerted to the hapless thrashing of a fly in its web. Prey ensnared to its inevitable doom. As if a miasma of malice had settled over the abyss, a sudden heavy weight seemed to smother the air as something apparated out of the darkness as if it were manifested in it. A deep baritone chuckle, sinister and dark as the void itself rumbled out from everywhere and nowhere. And then came the soft click-click-clicking of claws, like someone walking across a sheet of ice or glass. From the darkness Moros appeared, striding leisurely up to the trapped fae with an air of superiority and dominance; he knew he was in control in his realm and she was his prisoner. A smug grin slowly crept its way across the brute's lips as pitch black eyes openly devoured Mariah's paralyzed form from tip to tail and every delicious inch in between. He could practically taste the fear and panic washing off of her, the smell of adrenaline heady on her natural scent.

"Well well well... What have the fates delivered to me tonight? If it isn't the lovely Mariah come to pay me a visit. How delightful!" Moros purred the last word out in rumbling tones while he drew near, coming right alongside the young fae. One giant paw lifted to rest on the soft crease of skin where her thigh and belly met, then ever so slowly ran his digits up along her slim stomach to just below her ribcage. All the while that sickeningly saccharine smile sat menacing on his muzzle. He wanted to feel her revulsion and hatred for him again. He wanted to feel her squirm and thrash against him. Fighting him like his helpless prey fighting for her life.

"You've been on my mind quite a bit lately, you know. The mysterious little Mariah, the oddity of my bloodline." Moros' spoke with an alluring voice meant to make her uncomfortable. He thrived on her unease and her terror. What would he do to her? What could he do to her? The unknown was terrifying when it could tear you apart. With his paw still resting on her abdomen, Moros turned and maneuvered his way down the length of her body, his claws extended to comb through the thin fur on her belly, raking dangerously against her tender skin. "I'm curious to know what makes you so different, Mariah. So weak, so frail..." Moros came to a stop between her outstretched hind legs, grinning with thinly veiled lecherous delight as his abyssal gaze roamed from her most intimate of parts up the length of her body to hold her gaze, his paw rested just above her pelvis. "What do you say we find out together, hmm?"

"Moros"