#devourhe

claws have secured themselves a rather delicious face. perhaps once handsome, rathie muses silently, removing a strand of thick, bloodied strand of hair from the elf's decapitated head. the body lay crumpled, pieces missing ﹙ 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 ﹚ and the main cavity of its chest, hollow. dark gaze, languid and seemingly drunk, flicker over to what appeared the epitome of the opposite. golden hair, pale beautiful skin. ( for a moment he imagined what it looked like as the same unfortunate victim that crossed the vampyre's hungry path. ) tongue laps blood on lips, curling into a smirk. he turns the head towards the other and mockingly, ❛ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, ❜ the vampyre leans in, making way to grab the other's chin to lightly shake him, ❛ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞? ❜

Curumë knew when he was in trouble, and right now, right here amidst the shadows of this twisted nightmare that could have been just another turn to the inn he wanted to visit if it hadn't been for the mangled corpse and its murderer blocking his way, he knew he was in deeper trouble than he had ever been before. His life hung by a silver thread.

It was, perhaps, this very knowledge, however, that quieted his racing heartbeat and subdued the panic that bubbled in the depths of his chest only waiting to surface. If he was going to die, he was going to do so on his own terms, he decided. Not a sobbing mess at the mercy of a Vampyre. Even just naming the creature that closed in on him inside his head sent a shiver down his spine, and his breath hitched when the other lifted his chin ever so lightly.

he did not quite care that he was told not to,   ignoring each warning as nonsense.   he could cut his venturing by days if he cut through wilds,   and he was hardly some whimpering human frightened of darkness or the shadows of forest.

beside.   most beasts would find themselves useless against him,  briefly as tooth and claw would hurt.   to be near untouchable had done no favor to his humility,   not that he would ever allow himself to fall into loathsome carelessness.

silence broken by the soft scratch of writing followed by the turn of a page. the occasional remark to grace them both over the book held between eres' hands. one would assume he would be smart enough to put such a dull book down but with more than half way done he'd much rather just finish. at least he can have an opinion over the whole thing. " i had such hopes for this one. it seemed interesting by the title. " another page is turned as rathain draws closer, eres more than welcoming the action, opening himself up to it.

Geoffrey more or less just spuriously nodding his head under supposed calm, an irritable twitch that would converge into a more deeply accenting smirk. Snorting with a fractious implied , " good ! " Seeing reason to not be bit over it seemed like a pretty logical allowance to sweep it under the rug.

"Hey buddy, look at what I found." Hands Bubba a premium chainsaw, ribbon wrapped. "And its durable!"

@devourhe || Rathain & Bubba || unprompted.

Bubba takes a moment to look at the sudden gift, blinking at the chainsaw in utter surprise. He takes a few moments to appraise the device, feeling the weight of it in his palms, holding it out. He rubs a thumb, carefully, across the stilled-teeth along the bar. He even goes so far as to give it a few swings, letting it cut through the air with all the power behind it. He huffs out in glee, a few ' hah-ah-hahs ' that sounded as if he was a kid on Christmas. But it wasn't Christmas, right? It wasn't his birthday, either. Did he have to give a gift back?

McCullum bristled toward the sadisticity of the threat, teeth gritting back an insult which begged to be expelled with retaliating venom. He never took to openly receiving such bold threats sensibly. Nasty piece of work, this one. Instead he burrowed down with restraint, his jaw clenching taut to quench the burn he felt pitting in his throat. Bringing whatever focus he could muster now to the fore.

Sapphire hues rode on the other male's every movement then, scaling to scrutinizing the intention behind them. Perceptively tuned upon how the beast carried itself ; which side may be the weakest ? did he have vision impairment ? Was his speed inhibited due to the height of his build ? Was the lean stature simply a subterfuge for the strength beneath? Anything he could pick up on and use in the course of their tango to come would prove crucial for his achievements during.