I paint my walls red with blood
09-30-2013, 03:52 AM
Sebastian sat inside his den, he had just dragged the carcass of a wolf he had just killed into his den. It hadn't been much of a fight, the bitch had trespassed on his land, so, she had paid for it with her life. The bitch should have been in a pack, kept prisoner, used for the sole purpose of reproduction. That's what females were for after all. He spat on the carcass and looked at it. It's fur was matted with her blood. He began to rip and tear, taking the pelt off. He was making such a mess. The floors were already stained red. Once he was done he grabbed the skin and pulled it over to an empty space on the ground. There, that would make an excellent rug. The shadows in his twisted mind laughed, and so he laughed with them, a crazy, maniacal laugh. As for the carcass, that would make a fine meal.
"Speech"
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10-04-2013, 04:15 PM
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10-04-2013, 04:35 PM
He had been admiring the pelt on his floor, the dark tones mixing, blending with the Rocky surface. That's when it had hit his nose, the scent of a wolf. He hoped it was a female, so he could have a reason to kill it. But he suspected that it was male. Although it was hard to tell over the delicious scent of the fresh, coppery blood.
A man stalked in. No instant reason to hate him. His blue eyes shining with anxiety. He wondered what he was so worked about. He questioned him about the dead female, well rug and bed now, he would answer. "I do not know who she was. And her eyes where a bright emerald, beautiful, but she was a bitch, she trespassed. She was traveling alone, yes. Why do you ask dear little wolf?" He giggled, and looked at him. His eyes shining with a maniacal pleasure.
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A man stalked in. No instant reason to hate him. His blue eyes shining with anxiety. He wondered what he was so worked about. He questioned him about the dead female, well rug and bed now, he would answer. "I do not know who she was. And her eyes where a bright emerald, beautiful, but she was a bitch, she trespassed. She was traveling alone, yes. Why do you ask dear little wolf?" He giggled, and looked at him. His eyes shining with a maniacal pleasure.
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