05-20-2022, 06:49 PM
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This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:- Mild Gore
- Graphic Violence
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There was still some struggling on the dark woman's side as he dragged her into the middle of the meeting place, where most would wander as this would be the heart of their lands... the dens. Here he would unceremoniously drop the woman to the ground, finally releasing his grip on her maw and let out a call to summon the shadows wandering the mist. His song wasn't often heard, the dark, grim, depths of his vocals echoing through the trees.
While they waited he would begin. Not wasting any time to break the woman's legs first. Grabbing both of her forearms and pressing with with a paw as he's jerk up and away to snap the forearms half way through. He'd take his time, letting the woman breathe between breaks, to let the pain settle before continuing and eyeing each new face that would eventually come fourth to answer their summons.
“This is a reminder that non-wolves are unwelcome among us.” He started as more faces showed themselves. “This woman believed her morals were superior in protecting a lone whelp of a different species - believing it was more important than the ones who have yet to breath life into their lungs as she attacked Morag. Our Consigliere who is carrying not only full bred wolves, but Nightwalkers through and through.” He spoke slowly while hovering over the woman's body. Licking bloodied, scarred lips while fresh wounds stained his own coat thanks to her retaliation.
“We are Nightwalkers... This is no place for morals. Especially not for those who put outsiders ahead of the pack.” With saliva trailing down his chin, rubies scanning the ones who had approached and giving no time for interjections - this was no trial after all.
This was a demonstration.
That treason would be dealt with not only swiftly, but violently.
Turning his attention back to the soot and bloodied woman, he'd muzzle his way between her legs - to the tender skin of her belly and chew away at the flesh carefully... pulling, swallowing and spitting as he pleased until the innards were finally exposed. Death would be her only escape and time would be the judge of how long it took for peace to take her to the after life. With a few nudges of his now gore covered muzzle, a few carefully tugged intestines with a paw, the Boss would step back to expose the punishment he had decided.
For Mystery's organs to be exposed to the elements and let her perish as slowly as possible. For either bloodless, shock, or septic shock to finalize her moments as a Nightwalker - he'd let all present witness her insides as he would sit idly by and callously wait for her last breath to draw. Whether it took minutes, hours or days - he would wait and ensure no one would assist or make her final moments any easier.
While they waited he would begin. Not wasting any time to break the woman's legs first. Grabbing both of her forearms and pressing with with a paw as he's jerk up and away to snap the forearms half way through. He'd take his time, letting the woman breathe between breaks, to let the pain settle before continuing and eyeing each new face that would eventually come fourth to answer their summons.
“This is a reminder that non-wolves are unwelcome among us.” He started as more faces showed themselves. “This woman believed her morals were superior in protecting a lone whelp of a different species - believing it was more important than the ones who have yet to breath life into their lungs as she attacked Morag. Our Consigliere who is carrying not only full bred wolves, but Nightwalkers through and through.” He spoke slowly while hovering over the woman's body. Licking bloodied, scarred lips while fresh wounds stained his own coat thanks to her retaliation.
“We are Nightwalkers... This is no place for morals. Especially not for those who put outsiders ahead of the pack.” With saliva trailing down his chin, rubies scanning the ones who had approached and giving no time for interjections - this was no trial after all.
This was a demonstration.
That treason would be dealt with not only swiftly, but violently.
Turning his attention back to the soot and bloodied woman, he'd muzzle his way between her legs - to the tender skin of her belly and chew away at the flesh carefully... pulling, swallowing and spitting as he pleased until the innards were finally exposed. Death would be her only escape and time would be the judge of how long it took for peace to take her to the after life. With a few nudges of his now gore covered muzzle, a few carefully tugged intestines with a paw, the Boss would step back to expose the punishment he had decided.
For Mystery's organs to be exposed to the elements and let her perish as slowly as possible. For either bloodless, shock, or septic shock to finalize her moments as a Nightwalker - he'd let all present witness her insides as he would sit idly by and callously wait for her last breath to draw. Whether it took minutes, hours or days - he would wait and ensure no one would assist or make her final moments any easier.
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