Freak On a Leash

There was a conflagration that burned like a wintry tempest in the cinders of volcanic plume, dancing with malignance, death and an evil so ardent, so dastardly, it beckoned absolute acrimony in those blanch, stony, cinereal eyes. Hackles, of course, matched this raw vim and vigour.

To think she’d let the bairn off so easily was a dire understatement, despite the obvious disparities -- clinks of bones, rot and mire subjugated the earth into a necropolis bloodfest -- a place of oblivion. The stratosphere, it became stewed by the wails and cries of the foregone, weeping for what’s yet to come. Lebraid made no comment, tail rampant to assume rapidity; their feathery, obsidian-hued mantle and talon claw fitments set no trepidation, even as the barn-red, firebrick boy shot forward. A barbarous, cataclysmic and gut-wrenching snarl spewed past those drouk, agape jaws like a bludgeoning typhoon, unpredictable at any, and if not every expense. She was far from being doltish, and nor was she a harlequin. As the contender got close, legs tensed and her muscles jerked with carnality –– moving left, the bite was abstained, yet a drape of weight plummeted natheless. Their right foreleg cannoned against the hellion’s right shoulder, pain therein combusting as a morose, cacodemonic growl mutilated from the irons of helheim. She’d almost falter, founder, trying to salvage a sense of footing atop this battlefield of the perished. There was simply no time to think, however, perchance react. Jostled jacket wrangled a heinous demeanour, assuming permanence once more before quickly turning to face them aslant, therein attempting to lunge at the child’s upper neck (left side, see here), jowls gaping and leaking with sputum.

Thick cords of it, even, seeded off those ivory canines in a fit of outrage; ears pulled taut, tintless nebula’s narrowed darkly, soot and debris flaying in the air as if to quash, suffocate.

Blood is all she sought, tasteful and decorative.

If it's suffering they wanted, then that’s exactly what they’re going to get.

Exposed vs Ludovic for Spar
Round 1/3
Age: 3
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Fighter & Intellectual

Action. | “Speech.” | Skill.
“Wrong me once, I’ll kill you twice.”