Counting down the minutes till my heartbeat stops
07-25-2014, 10:56 AM
Second life. Funny, the man could have sworn he was on his third maybe. If he counted his loss of the love he thought he had after he was burning in a fire. Regardless his empty cavity of a chest was howling with pain on the inside, if he were to have feelings his heart would ache for her somehow. A mere child she was, a yearling and what he didn't see before as the gods strive for something greater somehow. Her words brought old memories slapping him in the face that he would have had trouble remembering so long ago. Like so many times before, his orange dead eyes would look and follow her with curiosity and detachment. It was true, the living were something else completely, and he was not to compete with that. Devour the very flesh of the being you removed from the earth, it would amaze him. Eyes widened suddenly as he had to take a step back, had he ever thought of such mercy upon an enemy. Most of the wolves he killed within the past would rot, not ever seeing another day again. Sometimes when he was in his younger years he would have even stared wondering if they would rise from the dead just as he had. Ubivat wouldn't look at Schon his gaze still kept on the spot she had moved from, as his darker tinted ears pulled back and his head tilted. Suddenly coming to crane towards the body and Schon, devour, devour and conquer the fear. The fear that did not exist as far as his body was concerned. His breathing shallowed out, not needed, but still the memory of living burned into his skull. The ever reminding memory that he was not like the others. Nervously, like a kitten he would lower his head and turn his body to the corpse. Settling paws on either side of one shoulder, his jaws opened full of saliva. His canine would settle into the flesh, the sickening crack of it filling his ears and the feeling sending shivers down his spine as his muscles proved to be more than they were worth. The fresh blood of the deceased would start to fill his snout as he tugged back, ripping, and tearing, the sound was nearly intoxicating as the blood poured out. Devour, yes, the gods forgiveness would be given to him. Even if it was Loki looking down on him, look at him now. How he wished that this was his beloved cousin, and one day maybe he would see her again, and be able to give her the revenge that she deserved for tearing out his heart and making his life a living hell. Anger fueled him as he ate into the flesh, the shoulder nearly becoming bare as he ate through arteries and more veins along with the meat. How delightful the taste was, never in his life had he had the desire to consume meat not like this. Perhaps it was not the fact that he was eating it was more of the releasing emotions onto tearing the flesh apart. Ubivat would catch his breath, stepping back his maw dripping with the new sullen blood of his fallen enemy. Orange eyes staring at Schon, such a corrupted mind in the least. His paws settled on the ground, he could not feel, and this was as close to the bliss of feeling pain he would get. In the hopes in battle that he would feel it again, but would not. But it also made the man more at danger for injury since he could not tell if he was badly hurt until he passed out from blood loss in most cases. He would hone his skills however, and this would be his demise, or his loyalty to seek the gods guidance. Schon surely was a fallen angel that he was following. Speech, |