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03-21-2017, 10:33 PM
Horrendous…
The gruesome phenomenon of skull imploding is a heinous insult on every one of his high-strung senses, and the feeble gut inside twists, sickened, driving a wave of feverish nausea through his recoiling core.
It is too late.
Feathers whistle wildly as the arms beneath beat winds of frantic remorse against the peeling carpet, the undergrowth (twig and leaf alike) - the tiger and the mare. He is sorry, instantly, but the foe crashes face-first as the sharp rim of his brilliantly rigid hooves collide and pursue; the menace lies thereafter unsettlingly motionless, not even the black-barred chest trills for oxygen. Equine hindquarters fall in rapid succession, crumbling deliberately right to avoid crushing the girl, as well… Long hair (tail and leg), spills rushingly behind, over and across flaccid limbs, and for a fleeting sec, the stallion looks rather like an Accipitridae perched above his meal. The sponge below his stiff fore, pulses disturbingly for a few moments longer, spouting the taste of steaming blood into the atmosphere - into panting, pumping nostrils; the villain is half buried, broken, rammed beneath earth by deadly force.
Dread is etched through the expanding labyrinth of lines on his young face, golden and white, and his skin twitches and trembles as the truth of this homicide rings home.
“De…”
The scent of death envelopes him, feeds the fear mushrooming behind glazed, burning, red-blue eyes, and though his veins feel as though they might ignite at any second, the blood within flows shockingly cold. Red soaks slowly up and stains clean ivory plumes, before he draws away from the corpse; out of the situation which has scarred his innocence. Thoughts cave to that bright, enthusiastic wall of eyes for comfort, but his family are stunned, astonished, staring widely from the bleachers - even the finest of the island’s warriors had not seen such savage violence. ‘What do I do?’ his conscience begs, cries, but they cannot pull clear of bewilderment, that deafening silence.
Shoulders flinch visibly as the breath held at length between them expels, and he turns his face towards the shadowy fence of dark, silent trees to the west; the sun sits low between them now, reaching with long rigid fingers to brush the tears from his cheeks. How he craves warmth now - even despite the clouds of thick sweat building upon him, the foam lathered, drying, where buttocks had rubbed in frenzy together. Wings droop jadedly, suddenly, as the ligaments binding them fail at last - agony returns amid grief, and he can feel the rude sting of air against exposed flesh. Fatigue courses through him, pressing his thundering heart with weight like a boulder, until he can bear it no longer.
Though conscious, he slips sidewards towards the bosom of the forest and lets the mass of his skull tumble back into its cushion.
[OPEN FOR ANYONE TO JOIN IF THEY WANT TO <3]
The gruesome phenomenon of skull imploding is a heinous insult on every one of his high-strung senses, and the feeble gut inside twists, sickened, driving a wave of feverish nausea through his recoiling core.
It is too late.
Feathers whistle wildly as the arms beneath beat winds of frantic remorse against the peeling carpet, the undergrowth (twig and leaf alike) - the tiger and the mare. He is sorry, instantly, but the foe crashes face-first as the sharp rim of his brilliantly rigid hooves collide and pursue; the menace lies thereafter unsettlingly motionless, not even the black-barred chest trills for oxygen. Equine hindquarters fall in rapid succession, crumbling deliberately right to avoid crushing the girl, as well… Long hair (tail and leg), spills rushingly behind, over and across flaccid limbs, and for a fleeting sec, the stallion looks rather like an Accipitridae perched above his meal. The sponge below his stiff fore, pulses disturbingly for a few moments longer, spouting the taste of steaming blood into the atmosphere - into panting, pumping nostrils; the villain is half buried, broken, rammed beneath earth by deadly force.
Dread is etched through the expanding labyrinth of lines on his young face, golden and white, and his skin twitches and trembles as the truth of this homicide rings home.
“De…”
The scent of death envelopes him, feeds the fear mushrooming behind glazed, burning, red-blue eyes, and though his veins feel as though they might ignite at any second, the blood within flows shockingly cold. Red soaks slowly up and stains clean ivory plumes, before he draws away from the corpse; out of the situation which has scarred his innocence. Thoughts cave to that bright, enthusiastic wall of eyes for comfort, but his family are stunned, astonished, staring widely from the bleachers - even the finest of the island’s warriors had not seen such savage violence. ‘What do I do?’ his conscience begs, cries, but they cannot pull clear of bewilderment, that deafening silence.
Shoulders flinch visibly as the breath held at length between them expels, and he turns his face towards the shadowy fence of dark, silent trees to the west; the sun sits low between them now, reaching with long rigid fingers to brush the tears from his cheeks. How he craves warmth now - even despite the clouds of thick sweat building upon him, the foam lathered, drying, where buttocks had rubbed in frenzy together. Wings droop jadedly, suddenly, as the ligaments binding them fail at last - agony returns amid grief, and he can feel the rude sting of air against exposed flesh. Fatigue courses through him, pressing his thundering heart with weight like a boulder, until he can bear it no longer.
Though conscious, he slips sidewards towards the bosom of the forest and lets the mass of his skull tumble back into its cushion.
[OPEN FOR ANYONE TO JOIN IF THEY WANT TO <3]
