tortured souls

N/A · 01-12-2014, 08:06 PM

With another deep breath, the brute would return to his work of tearing into the unsuspecting rabbit that had wandered across his path among the trees and melting snow. "Tearing" might not be the proper way to describe his actions, though. Each bite and pull was conducted with his usual precision, careful to remove the skin and fur from the whole body before he would begin separating the meat into appropriate piles. Erebos had perfected the process over the years, keeping his depression as bay as he focused on each successive task of the day with the full force of his mind.

The sound of footsteps would draw his eyes up from his small prey. Icy blues would focus on a massive creature, something between a dragon and a tiger, approaching with it's teeth barred. Apparently, the monstrous thing wanted his lunch, but Erebos wouldn't have it. In his fantasy he would loose a low growl without moving from his position on the ground, attempting to threaten the animal into submission. In his most lucid mind, he would always be powerful enough to take control.

"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

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