☣ Toxic Voices

Quote:"Speech" Thoughts

A huff of breath forced itself from his lungs, exhaling powerfully through his nostrils as his maw wrinkled momentarily. Mucus and liquid dripped from the golden bull ring shining amidst both the darkness and the light. As he walked, the heat of the day was starting to fade into it's hottest moments. The evening coming over him in a wave of heat and exhaustion. Gaze became heavy as his form moved slowly amidst the grassy and dirt terrain. Canopy's above him reflected their shadows upon the ground below. Weaving in and out of the still shadows his massive Herculean form would disrupt the light and dark scattered patterns. Like a camouflage he remained within it, allowing the light to highlight his figure without hesitation.

A deep sound radiated from the depths of his throat, a brief shake of his thick, matted mane of ebony upon the back of his neck sent strands of black and brown to float gently towards the ground behind him, Dust and dirt would curl into the air, hindering it momentarily filthy and fluttering with a cloud of dust and earth. Golden orbs would fixate weakly upon the next step he had coming, but not before the weight of them caused his orbs to roll upwards and his lids met, at that moment his next few steps went unknown and uncontrolled. He stumbled forward, ever so painfully causing himself to hit his knee's against the earth, and his maw to dig with distain into the dirt, rolling it forward and spreading a thin layer over his maw. Immediately waking himself from his sudden fall, the brute felt his weight suddenly grow heavier, a sinking feeling hitting his empty stomach. Holding his breath he lifted himself akin to an elephant, a grunt escaping his throat as he stood where he was, dirt staining his maw and legs.

His mind suddenly felt empty, and from it popped the memory of when he was younger, maybe it was his exhaustion plaguing his tired mind like a virus, but suddenly he felt a memory forming that was rather puzzling. Like a dream it hit his nerve endings with a solid punch. A yelp occurred and suddenly his eyes shot open. The unknown noise he had produced made him look around curiously. Maybe it was a dream, though he managed to wake himself up quite forcefully. The seconds he was gone from the world felt like minutes in his mind, and the images that played within it seemed to last forever. Physical pain plagued his body, though he knew what the cause for that was, most likely a bout of arthritis forming in his joints. But the pain in his mind? It was a confusing one. The memory had been short but clear as day, and it's effect on him was strange, as though it was something he told himself long ago he would never reminisce again, yet somehow it had made it's way out of the secret archives, only to be experienced in an unwanted way.

His dial lifted as the sound of another caused him to pause mid-thought, awakening himself further he fixed his pained stance, the gold bracelet at his right leg clanging against a rock at his side, snot and dirt coating the ring in his wrinkled nose as it pulsated with scenting the air. Feeling the hackles at his back lifting, the sensation of nerve endings bouncing off of each other caused the beast of a male to tense himself, musculature enhancing to increase his size in only by a little bit, breaths growing heavy to catch the scent of a rigid fae somewhere near him. She smelled peculiar, though a hazardous smell seemed to follow it. Shaking lightly, the brute relaxed for a moment, his joints rickety against the earth. Shaking it off he focused his attention to his right, dial remaining forward but lowering still, and orbs of gold shined against the corner of his narrowed gaze in her direction, doing his best to focus his energy in this bitch's direction.

Like distant thunder, low and somewhat disrupted, the brute opened his maw to speak out barely above a mumble. Vocals like the bass of a cello, they captured the air easily melting it away in her direction. Short and too the point. "Why do you hide from me, fae?" Though exhaustion ran through his veins like a disease, he felt adrenaline continue to surface in his heart, allowing the tensity to return.