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❛[ ● REC] ⌦ SPECIAL VIDEOS : compare heights // ACCEPTING

❛[ ● REC] ⌦ SPECIAL VIDEOS : blood lust! // ACCEPTING             ❛NOTES: 8. my/your  muse  sinking  their  teeth/fangs  into  my/your  muses  neck.

  `THE WORLD WAS FULL OF PREDATORS ‘AN IGNORANT IDIOT THOUGHT THEMSELVES THE ONLY ONE. Riain knew that, hell half of his…. CLIENTS were other beasts like him / NO, NOT LIKE HIM, NOTHING WAS LIKE HIM. ( A SELF DILUTED THOUGHT PROCESS ). However, that didn’t mean there were some that didn’t catch him by surprise.

  `CAUGHT HIM BY SURPRISE, CERTAINLY ‘BUT HE WASN’T WILLING TO SHOW IT VERY ACTIVELY. Not even as teeth collapsed against the side of throat, along the faded bump of a old scar THAT SHOULD HAVE LEFT HIS HEAD ON THE FLOOR AND HIM IN THE GROUND LONG AGO. Oh, the butcher could feel pain / COULD FEEL IT ELECTRIFY HIS NERVES / but he shook not to it. (NOTHING MORE THEN A SWALLOWED NOISE FROM A THROAT). Blood came to drip and drench his lips, thick with how far teeth were lodged into his skin. Despite the gurgling mess that voice became, he spoke with the DICTION of a man that acted as if nothing was happening.    ❝-—You’re gonna make a mess o’ yourself.❞

 `A TWIST OF WORDS ‘A BIT BETTER THEN AN OBVIOUS ‘YOU’RE GONNA GET BLOOD ON YOU’ THAT HE COULD HAVE GIVEN. Especially with what happened next / WHAT HE COMMANDED. Blood became stiff, flexible, whole / like a bunch of WORMS from a hole. SURROUNDING A FACE, LEAVING NO SCRATCHES BUT THE FEELING THAT SHOULD SIGNAL THEY COULD. Squirming from his injury, YANKING FROM THE MAW THEY WERE IN AS IT COULD (RETURNING TO AN ENTRANCE POINT).     ❝-—If you’re looking for a piece of meat, look a little lower next time, alright?❞    And what remained outside of the blood mocking pat against the face of the other, BEFORE STITCHING ITSELF CLOSED

BREATHING   IS   HEAVY  ,   Hulking   figure   stood   over   the   corpse   of   a   poor   poor   woman  ,   neck   &&.   head   twisted   at   UNNATURAL   angle  .   ‘Pon   closer   look   one   can   notice   the   faint   outlines   of   masculine   form  .   A   wig   from   scraps   of   burlap  ,   dress   of   bloodied   curtains  ,   she   is   he   &&.   he   is    being   d i s m e m b e r e d  limb   by   limb  .   Crimson - coated   flesh   is   tossed   aside   to   the   hum   of   old   tunes  ,   the   man   downstairs   paying   no   mind   to   the   prying  eyes   of   another   being   ‘till   noise   is   made   &&.   head   perks   up  , ❝  Darling  ?  ❞