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I could aim for your kerosene eyes
Blood, blood. A burst of blood. The forest is painted with it; she is pelted with it. It gushes into his mouth. The air is misted. The scent wafts, lingering in his nostrils. His heart beats with it.
It does not take long, for fear paralyzes. He was naught but a moving shadow to her in those final moments; his coils are large, and yet they move so soundlessly, easy and quick through the underbrush. He is upon her before the scream. He grasps her temple, fangs finding the soft, delicate places there.
His body rolls forward, grasping the curves and valleys of a mare who could’ve been useful for other things, he finds. One hunger has one over his attentions, though, and complies, and his stomach fills quickly with good, hot meat to satiate a rumbling that grass refuses to.
She hangs limply from his jaws, her body relaxed in his grip, a puppet with cut strings. She bleeds freely into his mouth, down his throat. His children have stayed in the brushes, their scent no part of this. Not yet.
“Come,” he says, a snake’s gurgling leer. He drags the body forward some, and a blood-red neck is proffered, bared for his children, still thrumming with confused arteries and veins that do not know, yet, that their host is dead.
Yes, she is well and truly dead—half eaten, her legs stripped and the fatty heart ingested. She is just as red as she was before he began.
His children will do no more damage; the life is long-gone, the soul escaped, and his belly is already purring with pleasure at the meal. The throat alone remains unmolested—pure. It does not matter that the woman is already dead. You do not need the life within for ceremony.
He waits, rattling snake breath, seeing which child it will be to take the mantel, to show him the monster bred in their bones. Slitting the throat of a virgin (he supposes this is a virgin, for she has never died before). Who will it be to grasp this dagger at their tender age? They do not have much time; they must not be spotted.
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@Oizys -- go ahead and post! I'll be posting Enyo afterwards!
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--All force is allowed to be used against this character!
