Post by PE CA on Nov 9, 2010 1:29:42 GMT -5
"It's a beast! He's got fangs, razor sharp ones. Massive paws, killer claws for the feeding."
Oddly enough, she wasn't doing anything particularly bad this time. Sitting in a tree with a fat prize before her, she stretched leopard-esque, murky colored teeth gleaming like knife's edge. Taunt muscle under russet skin coiled as her audits flicked this way and that, guarding her prize.
When she felt as if nothing would interrupt her, she almost gracefully raised the dislocated shoulder of what had been a greedy, swindling merchant and tore cleanly into his great arm, enraptured by the lack of muscle. This was heaven.
She didn't kill the man out of spite. She didn't respect him, though. He was a poor specimen for a human. She had met humans who could perhaps pass for 'okay' in her own supernatural standards of physical fitness. This fellow here, however, he gave out before she really even broke a sweat. Lifting him into the tree, the great, jelly-like mass of him, had been the most difficult part.
The hunter was so enraptured with her dinner in the branches that she didn't pay the forsaken loot much mind. She had no use for money, though she might play with it after her meal just because the reflective surface was novel and cool to the touch.
Satisfied with her quick consumption of the man's right arm, Pe didn't bother to wipe her bloody mouth--or throat, or arms, or her whole damned body. Instead, seeking to take some of the bend out of the branch, she twisted on the bone. Cartilage twirled and strained until
snap
among the gooey mess on the ground now laid a very-much-so-not-white ligament and bone 'arm'. The dead man's bones were abnormally thick and strong. Perhaps if he had eaten less and done more honest work, such a fate wouldn't have found him. Hey, bitter seeds beget bitter fruits.
This was such a lovely thing to happen in the afternoon. The ghouls were just starting to come out, the fall sun was a curious orange, and Pe had the biggest meal she guessed she had all summer.
She paused momentarily in her meal to thank the god's for her own 'harvest'.
"Hear him roar. See him foam."
oc: ... why can't i write happy things. D:
