Gather the beasts of Hell
01-14-2014, 12:13 PM
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The sound of a dying animal was sure to attract predators, and perhaps one of the most dangerous fiends prowled toward it. Her paws swiftly carried her toward the sounds as she carefully weaved through the numerous death pits. The stench of the tar overwhelmed the senses and masked nearly every other scent, but Ravage's ears would lead her to this prize, not her nose. The landscape was divided at the horizon into black and white; the black of the tar pits and the white of the cloud-choked sky above. The cries were growing louder, and in the distance Ravage could make out a shape struggling madly against the merciless pull of the tar. Finally she came upon the poor soul, a dull colored animal with hooves and horns. It was a decently sized male, young and strong. Though try as it might it could not escape the grasp of the tar which was determined to swallow it whole. It must have recently fallen victim to the black void; it fought savagely for its survival. Ravage knew its fighting would be in vain, she had seen it happen here before. The buck snorted and met the wolf's eyes. It threw its head back in a challenge, as if it could threaten Ravage from its current position. This amused the demented bitch and she sat down to watch the show. "I bet you want me to end your suffering, don't you?" She mocked the beast with false sympathy. Ravage had no intention of making this animal's death quick. |