Riptide Isles
08-19-2017, 10:26 PM
Dark eyes grow bright with instictive hunger; an emotionless thrill of feeding flooding the bull Pistris as the dark, smaller of the prey steps closer towards the edge. Closer to his jaws as he leaps for the morsel—
But she is gone, replaced by shadows which evade his snapping, crushing jaws of too many and too terrible teeth. Forelimbs flail, clawed excuses of paws or hands striking and grasping at anything they might grab and shove towards his waiting, hungry jaws.
Instead, a low grunt—an alien noise not meant to be heard above the waves—comes from the beast. Rather than a feast, this predator has met smashing hooves and a slicing horn. Blood, as blue as the glowing skin along his dorsum, floods onto the rocky precipice. At first, it gleams brightly, but then fades into a dark black as it spills from the wounds the darker and larger mare has opened along his gills and belly.
The twisting of the beast had exposed the softness of his ventrum; and so easily the hard hooves sliced trough the skin. Innards and fluids gush forth as further grunts and groans come from the writhing shark. Teeth gnash and claws slice in its death throes.
And then it is still, dark eyes unseeing and staring at the stormy sea while its large tail hangs limply over the edge.
But she is gone, replaced by shadows which evade his snapping, crushing jaws of too many and too terrible teeth. Forelimbs flail, clawed excuses of paws or hands striking and grasping at anything they might grab and shove towards his waiting, hungry jaws.
Instead, a low grunt—an alien noise not meant to be heard above the waves—comes from the beast. Rather than a feast, this predator has met smashing hooves and a slicing horn. Blood, as blue as the glowing skin along his dorsum, floods onto the rocky precipice. At first, it gleams brightly, but then fades into a dark black as it spills from the wounds the darker and larger mare has opened along his gills and belly.
The twisting of the beast had exposed the softness of his ventrum; and so easily the hard hooves sliced trough the skin. Innards and fluids gush forth as further grunts and groans come from the writhing shark. Teeth gnash and claws slice in its death throes.
And then it is still, dark eyes unseeing and staring at the stormy sea while its large tail hangs limply over the edge.
the Rift
what lies beneath
what lies beneath
This will be the last RP post to this thread :)
