11-22-2022, 01:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-28-2022, 02:06 PM by Creole. Edited 7 times in total.)
Itching itching itching. It was echoing and scratching, it was pain and pleasure it was pure chaos. Everything inside that chasm of destruction was wreaked with havoc, there was a storm and it brewed and brewed for days. Weeks. Months. It was building building building and today it burst. That dam, that wall, the barrier of protection for the world had been destroyed and today he would rule like he should, he would tear the depths of mind and soul and mangle the conscious of another. Today wasn't a day for peace it was a day for destruction.
He walked with power in his stride, each step was thundered and was nearly echoed in the heavens as they cried for his monsterous return, they knew what he was, what he was capable of, what he had hidden from Canis. His eyes were wide with malice as he scanned the lands being washed away of the scents of cats and their fall from grace, surely this was now free lands and he was able to roam. God's above pray a cat didn't cross his path today as it would have been a battle for the books. He wanted blood, his and another's, he wanted to watch the differences in thickness and color meld on feet and mud, wanted to sink teeth into flesh and heavens knew it wouldn't be his own.
Thunder rumbled while the flashes of light momentarily illuminated his silhouette, outlining white features like an ethereal being of pain and death. Hell incarnate came with silence as he gently left pawprints in the mud. Reign knew not he had left and he'd like to keep it that way. When he departed their den she was sleeping soundly surrounded by the snores of her young, the sound was deafening, maddening, he had to get out. The dragon stood high on a rock, staring out at the large crumbling structure below, he could go there but he wouldn't. Creole stood perched nearby and gazed with glowing pools of golden madness.
As he stared his body trembled with this ache for ripping threads of tendons, he felt a shudder roll through his form as he flung his head quickly to the sky, the king sent out a gutteral growling howl, the cry of a monster rolled over the hills, high above the storm it would echo to touches beyond eyes and echo through walls below. The sound would roll and claw at everything underneath him. On this dark night the dragon king beckoned trouble, begged it to his doorstep. Would it come? Would he be met with chaos unleashed or would he be met with a cowering being he would overpower and mangle to send home to their mothers in pieces?
Desire wouldn't be met upon the one to come to him, oh no that would travel home. He would send his lust into a frenzy here and go home to defile his wife in ways she hadn't yet to experience. He wouldn't put claws or teeth against her unless she struck first, and even then he would hold back, but he couldn't unleash those screaming voices in his head on her. She didn't deserve that cruelty. That might have been what angered him the most, what sent his demons into that thrashing wildness inside, he couldn't just... Have a taste... Tonight he would taste others and then go home and taste his wife, but for now he needed to harm to heal.
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