to the grave {deadlock gang v mutts day 2}
Mar 2, 2019 13:05:41 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 2, 2019 13:05:41 GMT -5
knife·knife·spiked bluntmortem
It's an addiction, as classifiable as any. When he spreads his wings, weathered feathers reaching for the mountains in the distance, when the gargled cry of his plague yawns among the clouds, when the thrill of the kill is met with a full stomach and a temporary lull in his insatiable appetite. He doesn't have a plague to protect him here; he doesn't mind. He's always been too headstrong, too reckless, too hungry. He has his bride, bathed in a plume black as his own, and that is all he needs. He is death itself; he did not have to reap what he sowed.
He saw them before Infernum, and he lurched, hungry, hungry, starving, manic for the kill.
He went for the weakest one— he'd always had a talent for finding them. It was like he could smell it, something like morning dew on a muddy hillside. That boy, oh, he had it. He had weakness in him, and it would be so easy! He couldn't wait any longer, beady eyes tunnel visioned. The only thing he could see was the end result. A corpse. A meal. His meal.
He would feast, oh yes. He would feast for sure.[mortem the plaga attacks francis; claws (knife)]
TB_5Ds8rdjknife
[2093 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage]infernum
She'd accepted that she would burn. A soul could not live the life she had lived and be rewarded during the aftermath; she'd been selfish. She'd taken more than her fair share. Truthfully, she wanted to be better. She remembered her life before: a nest in a willow tree; hungry children who depended upon her. The rain always smelled sweeter in the meadow. She missed that most.
But her mind was not her own anymore, nor her actions. When she saw something still alive, still thriving, still warm, a veil of rage was placed before her dead, white eyes and all she could think of was how unfair it was. How nice it would be to make something else feel as hollow as she.
Mortem was her guide; her reminder that she wasn't alone. Where he went, she followed. Into a once beautiful part of the forest, upon these unsuspecting humans, and even into hell.
She knew she would burn, but she feared the flames nonetheless.[infernum the plaga attacks nico, claws (knife)]
knife
[2065 -- Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage]noctis
I am fear. I am born of it. That, and mist, and bone, and the gnarled roots of a sycamore tree. I am darkness; she was always so scared of the dark. I am disappointment. I am whispers. Mocking, staring, pointing, laughing, ignoring—
I am indifference.
Oh, how she feared that.
I am hope, as well. A job well done, a better life, a richer life. Survival. The taste of vanilla ice cream, a brother by my side. He's always been so much taller, so much more careful. A light at the end of the tunnel— a fear and a hope all in one. A kiss from a boy with broad shoulders and scars on his knuckles. I wish I could know him. Or, maybe she does.
Because most importantly, I am her. I do not know her. I have never seen her. Her name is a blur among the images now plastered in my mind. All her secrets, now, are mine to keep. And I see them, her friends. No. Her allies. No. Her friends. That one there, the small one.
She feared that one the most.[noctis attacks jessica, hooves (spiked blunt)]
spiked blunt
[14186 -- MISS -- 0.0 damage]