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BITCH IM ALIVE, THE DEVIL IS A LIE



Neios

Loner
Militant

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
-
posts
97
player
02-10-2014, 04:28 PM




Muscle ripped away from bone with a sudden tug as the young man ripped the last bit of tissue from the skeleton before him. He would pull it into his mouth, rolling the flesh around on his tongue before swallowing with an orgasmic shudder. No expressions graced his face as he stared down at the naked bone before him, thoughts and questions flooding his accelerating mind. With every new day came new knowledge, and today, he was studying the skeleton of a wolf after having killed and skinned it himself. Neios had concealed himself deep within the fog when Tortuga, his mother, family, and sanity, had been lost. Driven to madness he escaped into the fog, allowing the thick mist to camouflage his twisted existence, his only company being the voices within his distorted mind. As he grew in solitude he became interested in odd things, such as the body and witchcraft. He could care less about love, happiness, and the meaning of life. The body, potions, poisons, and traps intrigued him, and he was always thirty for more knowledge.

He would run his nose along the naked bone, nostrils flaring before his tongue would caress the smooth surface. And to think muscle, veins, blood and flesh had protected these beauties only hours ago. The thought would cause his lips to crack, blood dripping down his chin as it seeped out the sides of his mouth. A few feet away lay a pile or organs, next to it another pile consisting of appendages and flesh. He would use them later for his experiments, because despite his nasty nature, he did not waste any remains. He would either use them, or eat them. The sudden crack of a lose branch would cause audits to flick forward, his gaze instantly lifting. Pulling his head back to level with his spine he would look around, amethyst eyes scanning the thick fog consuming his existence. He did not expect anyone to be this deep into the moor, but he would stand to his full height, posture nothing less than superior as he prepared to meet the intruder face to face.



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