Wolf Roleplay Post

Character is Leech

Shh. Listen. Allow nature's orchestra to lull you to sleep. Let the luscious smaragdine vegetation to portray a pillow. Now watch the beauty of the forest. 'Lest darkness whisks this away, amalgamating nonentity and verisimilitude. You need not to grieve your persecution. Don't fret. The Darkness shall assert that things befold prompt and indolent. Heh. Just bantering. No, this Darkness shall guarantee tribulation and calamity, aggrandizing the torture to the farthest extent. What bliss befell this ... with the success of a kill. Eh, sorry. ... would be an understatement. Bliss befell this thing with the success of kill. Ah. There we go. Now hush kiddies. Let me tell you of a tale. The tale of this said thing. Obsidian scales cloak this monstrosity, veiling him from cranium to crescent. With a reaming glare of smaragdine opts, you'd best not cross his path. The goddess of the night, adorned with silver trinkets and silken robe, salaamed before this creature who others dubbed Leech. The lord of the light, accessorized with gold, praised this behemoth. Deserving of such high authority? Who knew? Though maverick he was, associating with few. But alas, this boy was well entangled into the climax of his duel, one he would certainly win. Tendons within his stoma grew taught, enamels clenched together in enmity, vociferate-like tones liberated from his vox. Solidity swerved in configuration to the brute before him, collateral to the baron with each flux. Chain bobbed ever so slightly at his posterior portion, equilibrium balanced upon motions. Rudder acted as a fulcrum, the varge facilely finessing upon the turf. Draft caressed his structure, succoring the brute in riveting his regards back to the adversary's ruse. 'Brow' furrowed with internal trepidation, possibilities hindering his conceptualization. With that, he turned his intentness upon the lad, awaiting the moment to strike. So what would it be this time? A shuffle towards the trachea, a lash at his cage? Ah, only the sweet sands of time would tell. But alas, the buck was so much more susceptible, Leech holding the ancestry of the lycab lines. Labrium drew back to expose ridged bridgework, snarls luxuriating from the within the boy's cage. Ah, so soon the duo would be entangled within a tussel, hm? Well then, let the games begin.The canopy above the pair acted as a parapet to multiple rays of the flaming sphere, allowing the shadows to pirouette with ease. Luminosity filtered through, leaving blotches of light scattered across the topography. Above, the boughs parted here and there to allow the lapis lazuli to be envisioned, wisps of the lightest achromatic color seared into the atmosphere. Cavity forbid the growls to cease as the other masculine stood before him. Atrous armor spurred as onyx follicles hailed to the skies above, the zephyr caressing his nasal as it brought the odor of the other to his belfry. Grapnel foundered into the loam, more pressure applied as the virile was lowered into a smooth crouch. Lithe appendages shuffled as he drew himself side to side , smaragdine visionaries adhered to the other's as he began his rounds in circling. The little beasties that dwelled within the abode of the lumber grew silent, a cinerous gloom cast upon the scene. The warbles of birds ceased as the growls continued to be performed from within Leech's structure, the creatures knowing better than to allow themselves to deceive their own comrades with clamor. Chain thrummed against the boy's flanks in animosity as 'brow' furrowed into a scowl. Chartreuse blades endeavored upon the turf, palmating beneath his pads as they were placed upon the earthen crust. Steady tempo was formed as he drew elliptical figures upon the sod with eased strides, dome lowered in defense to the soft flesh that all creatures held upon their neck. Eternal energy was swelling within his torso, so it seemed, as he continued in the spherical patterns, thoughts reaming through his cerebellum. And so one more life would be taken today. One more reign would be ended; and there were high hopes within the boy that bet against the assailant before him. But ah, it was merely the circle of life, eh? For wolf to destroy the herbivore, devouring them with content? Sure, sure. He lurched forth as the creature before him stood, frozen in terror. Talons clawed at the barrel of the beast as it now spurred into action, jabbing at the lycan with knife-like antlers. One such struck his cage, slicing the armor with ease, merely causing the virile to become more enraged. Labrium drew back, vociferate-tones erupting from his maxilla. Orifice cracked, impeccable speed bringing the immortal to the throat of the other, jaws wrapping around the flesh. He locked on, mandible clenching shut upon the throat. A bugle was released from his victim as the trachea was slit, the artery spewing forth blood. It splattered pon his pelt, the aroma that teemed within his lungs an intoxicating addiction. Ribbon drew across his muzzle, lapping up the blood that he had claimed from the other. The beast keeled over as it lost blood with great speed. A wicked grin spread across his mask as the crimson was matted to his fur, bridgework working upon the corpse of the animal. He glanced about, hoarding the feast from the others of the pack. What right did they have to his meal? He brought it down single-handedly, so why didn't they? Sure there was the advantage of being lycan, but still; his kill, his meal.