Post by Luther Verhulst on Nov 8, 2010 21:50:19 GMT -5
Bloodshed in the darkness. A creature gave chase to its prey with only the dual concern of whether play should come before or after the kill. The beast darted from side-to-side as two of its targets fell. The third target had been standing to face the beast, but screams from the other two had wrenched his attention from the fierce predator bounding on its way toward him. He moved instead to face the other monster--taller and far more menacing in many ways. It looked more human, but all of its mannerisms were little more than a mockery of humanity or some ironic joke played on the eyes of the observer.
The monstrosity stood there and allowed its lips to form into a snarl. It offered words, though its tone was clearly one of boredom. "It the pup going to bite?" Calmly the monster took one large step forward in the darkness. It was close enough that even a human could make out its silhouette in the darkness. The creature was fearsome, but even such a monster was made of flesh and blood. Otherwise, the armor upon its torso would serve no purpose other than another level of mockery for its human shape.
The monster matched gazes with the masked slave. After just a moment longer darkness within darkness blurred behind the slave. It would all be over in a moment as he was brought to the ground from behind. Gwyllgi was not a stupid animal, and understood the dangers of a weapon. While the main portion of the beast's torso collided with the slave, its jaws clenched down firmly on the boy's wrist.
The monster stood over the scene. It seemed like watching a child be mauled by a wild animal. There was no sense of amusement and no hint of a smile. The monster watched silently for but a moment before pulling out ten more bolts from his coat and loading them individually into his crossbow. In more of a rush he might have been able to load them in twelve or fifteen seconds, but he seemed to be taking his sweet time. It shook the crossbow and the bolts made a clicking sound as they settled into the loading chamber. Nearly thirty seconds had passed. Likely it was the longest thirty seconds of that particular slave's life. It took a few steps forward and slammed its boot down on the slave's sword before kicking it away.
There was a dramatic shift in paradigms as Luther snapped his fingers and his little black beast released the tension in its jaw. The mauling was over. There were other slaves to attend to and this one was hardly a threat any longer. "Not really worth my time," he muttered quietly as the consideration of shooting the slave once more for good measure crossed his mind. After considering the pain and terror of being in such close proximity to a Black Dog for thirty seconds would provide Luther decided it would be a waste of ammo.
"Just be grateful he was playing." The pair disappeared back into the blackness. Darkness within darkness.
The monstrosity stood there and allowed its lips to form into a snarl. It offered words, though its tone was clearly one of boredom. "It the pup going to bite?" Calmly the monster took one large step forward in the darkness. It was close enough that even a human could make out its silhouette in the darkness. The creature was fearsome, but even such a monster was made of flesh and blood. Otherwise, the armor upon its torso would serve no purpose other than another level of mockery for its human shape.
The monster matched gazes with the masked slave. After just a moment longer darkness within darkness blurred behind the slave. It would all be over in a moment as he was brought to the ground from behind. Gwyllgi was not a stupid animal, and understood the dangers of a weapon. While the main portion of the beast's torso collided with the slave, its jaws clenched down firmly on the boy's wrist.
The monster stood over the scene. It seemed like watching a child be mauled by a wild animal. There was no sense of amusement and no hint of a smile. The monster watched silently for but a moment before pulling out ten more bolts from his coat and loading them individually into his crossbow. In more of a rush he might have been able to load them in twelve or fifteen seconds, but he seemed to be taking his sweet time. It shook the crossbow and the bolts made a clicking sound as they settled into the loading chamber. Nearly thirty seconds had passed. Likely it was the longest thirty seconds of that particular slave's life. It took a few steps forward and slammed its boot down on the slave's sword before kicking it away.
There was a dramatic shift in paradigms as Luther snapped his fingers and his little black beast released the tension in its jaw. The mauling was over. There were other slaves to attend to and this one was hardly a threat any longer. "Not really worth my time," he muttered quietly as the consideration of shooting the slave once more for good measure crossed his mind. After considering the pain and terror of being in such close proximity to a Black Dog for thirty seconds would provide Luther decided it would be a waste of ammo.
"Just be grateful he was playing." The pair disappeared back into the blackness. Darkness within darkness.
