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The Butcher [P]

Confutatis the World Eater Posts: 179
Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
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12-20-2014, 06:59 PM

She's a dwelling place for demons.
She's a cage for every unclean spirit,
Every filthy bird and makes us drink
The poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.
C O N F U T A T I S

Hail death, shrouded in the skin of a wolf, as she stalks to a place of love-making, all swarthy obsidian flesh stretched taut over curdled muscle and withered anatomy. There is an undeniably tantalizing swing to her hips (emaciated as they are) a malicious allure pitched over her skeletal bodice. As thin and piteous she might appear, there still lurks an aura of heathenish evil swarming like bees in a hive beneath her mortal sinew. It is only accentuated by the necromancy which burns out from her, tendrils of rot and manifestations of decay -- devouring all life which stands before it with a heady fearlessness, a thousand tiny macabre massacres.

She is aflame with the hunger to kill --
to slaughter, murder, decapitate. For they -- impertinent fools -- had tried to steal her! Black lips cavort back in an egalitarian and silent desire to wreak havoc for what they have done to her -- to her! Never again, the wolf silently vows, sour in the thickets of her contempt; never again would she be shackled, chained, incarcerated in the frozen tombs of the north. And so she waltzes to those boundaries of this pitiful Helovia, moves to the fringes of the world she has tried to dominate, conquer, fuck for ages to no avail; to butcher the denizens, the foreigners, all of them alike.

Nightmares ensnare her victims, and then her magic, her wrath, coils out from her, spreading, weaving nets of ruination and damnation -- until the delicate little flowers, two twin foals, drop to the soil.

Ever so eloquently destroyed.

Over them she stands, eyelids drifted shut in bliss at the reek of their blighted and bloated skin, luxuriating in their tainted deaths; she steps upon them, euphoric, dances on their tiny bodies, hooves shattering ribs and bruising skulls. Her little scavenger flits over the children, devours their eyes, nibbles at their desecrated flesh, feasting. If they will not praise her name, if they will not respect her as a foe, then she will simply take their hearts, take their souls, strip them of what was theirs.

One step at a time.

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@[Tyradon] OOC: The foals are dead and rotted from her magic, and for the record they're both pegasi c;
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Messages In This Thread
The Butcher [P] - by Confutatis - 12-20-2014, 06:59 PM
RE: The Butcher [P] - by Tyradon - 12-20-2014, 07:31 PM
RE: The Butcher [P] - by Confutatis - 12-20-2014, 08:11 PM
RE: The Butcher [P] - by Confutatis - 12-20-2014, 09:41 PM
RE: The Butcher [P] - by Confutatis - 12-21-2014, 05:40 PM
RE: The Butcher [P] - by Tyradon - 12-20-2014, 08:45 PM
RE: The Butcher [P] - by Tyradon - 12-20-2014, 09:59 PM
RE: The Butcher [P] - by Tyradon - 12-21-2014, 06:19 PM

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