06-02-2008, 08:35 PM
Adrenaline was a wonderful thing. It surged through their veins like mercury in a thermometer, dulling the burning pain in their wounds. As they loped across the dense woodland, dodging trees, rocks and ravines with ease, they never once stopped to rest. Their entire beings were dancing to the beat of Nature’s drum, two wild creatures loosed upon her temperate flesh.
Fresh, warm rays of sunshine split through the trees, piercing the thick canopy of leaves like a hand dipping into a bowl of foggy water. It hit their lithe forms as they moved through the vegetation, their internal compasses pointed towards their predetermined destination. To Violet, the forest was alive, one gigantic being whose pulse beat was that of the creatures that roamed its emerald body. She felt the familiar call, the silent voice that spoke to her, beckoning her into its secure arms.
The forest wasn’t safe. Not now, not ever. This was Dante, and there were twenty six other souls out there bidding for the last struggling quiver of her heart. The forest couldn’t offer enough protection from that kind of threat.
A movement ahead of them stopped the pair dead in their tracks, each hunching down to avoid notice. The shape moved, lifting its great, shaggy head in their direction. For several long, silent moments, the beast stared at them, daring them to move. ”We do need to eat;” Violet ‘pathed. Bardock didn’t turn his head in response, he simply lowered his weapon to the ground, and set his gear down beside it.
“Wait.” Violet whispered, her hand resting on his shoulder. “Let me get this one.”
Bardock didn’t get a chance to object, he just watched the female lower herself to the ground, all four limbs splayed proportionately to keep her as flat to the ground as possible. Slithering through the thick brush without so much as a rustle from their fragile limbs, she advanced upon the morning meal.
The shaggy creature lowered its head to its own meal, oblivious to the black form sliding across the heavy flora, her eyes locked onto the prey. Bar watched on, praying she wouldn’t screw it up.
A primal hunger rose within her. As the bison steadily chomped on crisp, dew drenched blades of grass, Violet imagined chomping on a nice juicy steak from the creature. As one hand snaked out in front of her, the bison jerked its heavy mane upwards, its nostrils flaring as her scent brushed by him. A wild glint danced across its black eyes as the female froze in place, every muscle tensed, ready to spring.
The massive creature snorted angrily, warning the predator lurking in the bushes that it wouldn’t be an easy kill. It was two tons of pure, unforgiving, untamed muscle. They both shared a moment, a moment that only a predator and its prey have just before the kill. She sprung.
The buffalo reared its massive head as the woman latched onto its back. One hand gripped its matted fur, while the other lounged around for its neck, fingers sinking deeply into the hot, pulsing flesh. Bits of cartilage, muscle, and other goopy tissues were torn away in one swift motion, an arc of dark liquid trailing behind it as she tossed these to the side.
Blood spurted from its neck in thick, scalding sprays, painting the carpet of green below them a deep crimson. Its sweet, alkaline scent wafted to her nose, exciting her senses into a savage fury as the creature struggled beneath her, giving every ounce of its remaining force to fight its attacker. It only drew her lust for the carnage to a fever-pitch, and poising her clawed fist once more, it slammed through the vulnerable ribcage, sloshing through warm, quivering organs as her fingers searched for its heart. Just past the kidneys, through the diaphragm, right there beneath the lungs; she clenched the beating muscle, palm squelching against the slick organ. With a sharp jerk, her arm pulled out of the animal, its heart still pulsing as she freed it from the prison of bone and flesh.
Finally, the creature stilled its frantic movements, collapsing the ground with a dull thud. Dropping the gruesome bit of flesh, Violet leaned backwards, still straddling the massive girth of the beast. Eyes fluttering closed, she fell into a stillness as she prayed to the creature, thanking it for the sustenance it would give them in the journey ahead. She held deeply onto the values her father had taught her so long ago, small prayers she had practiced as recently as five years ago, when she lived within the forest outside of South City.
Coming back into herself, her head twisted around to her companion who had already begun to approach, a smirk of utter satisfaction plastered across his handsome face. His eyes mirrored her own, that of a predator as it gazed upon its kill. She wondered for a moment if he was envisioning her right now, was she that prey?
Shaking the grizzly thought, Violet returned his smile with one of her own, blood streaking across her pale face. “Breakfast is served, hot stuff.”
Fresh, warm rays of sunshine split through the trees, piercing the thick canopy of leaves like a hand dipping into a bowl of foggy water. It hit their lithe forms as they moved through the vegetation, their internal compasses pointed towards their predetermined destination. To Violet, the forest was alive, one gigantic being whose pulse beat was that of the creatures that roamed its emerald body. She felt the familiar call, the silent voice that spoke to her, beckoning her into its secure arms.
The forest wasn’t safe. Not now, not ever. This was Dante, and there were twenty six other souls out there bidding for the last struggling quiver of her heart. The forest couldn’t offer enough protection from that kind of threat.
A movement ahead of them stopped the pair dead in their tracks, each hunching down to avoid notice. The shape moved, lifting its great, shaggy head in their direction. For several long, silent moments, the beast stared at them, daring them to move. ”We do need to eat;” Violet ‘pathed. Bardock didn’t turn his head in response, he simply lowered his weapon to the ground, and set his gear down beside it.
“Wait.” Violet whispered, her hand resting on his shoulder. “Let me get this one.”
Bardock didn’t get a chance to object, he just watched the female lower herself to the ground, all four limbs splayed proportionately to keep her as flat to the ground as possible. Slithering through the thick brush without so much as a rustle from their fragile limbs, she advanced upon the morning meal.
The shaggy creature lowered its head to its own meal, oblivious to the black form sliding across the heavy flora, her eyes locked onto the prey. Bar watched on, praying she wouldn’t screw it up.
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A primal hunger rose within her. As the bison steadily chomped on crisp, dew drenched blades of grass, Violet imagined chomping on a nice juicy steak from the creature. As one hand snaked out in front of her, the bison jerked its heavy mane upwards, its nostrils flaring as her scent brushed by him. A wild glint danced across its black eyes as the female froze in place, every muscle tensed, ready to spring.
The massive creature snorted angrily, warning the predator lurking in the bushes that it wouldn’t be an easy kill. It was two tons of pure, unforgiving, untamed muscle. They both shared a moment, a moment that only a predator and its prey have just before the kill. She sprung.
The buffalo reared its massive head as the woman latched onto its back. One hand gripped its matted fur, while the other lounged around for its neck, fingers sinking deeply into the hot, pulsing flesh. Bits of cartilage, muscle, and other goopy tissues were torn away in one swift motion, an arc of dark liquid trailing behind it as she tossed these to the side.
Blood spurted from its neck in thick, scalding sprays, painting the carpet of green below them a deep crimson. Its sweet, alkaline scent wafted to her nose, exciting her senses into a savage fury as the creature struggled beneath her, giving every ounce of its remaining force to fight its attacker. It only drew her lust for the carnage to a fever-pitch, and poising her clawed fist once more, it slammed through the vulnerable ribcage, sloshing through warm, quivering organs as her fingers searched for its heart. Just past the kidneys, through the diaphragm, right there beneath the lungs; she clenched the beating muscle, palm squelching against the slick organ. With a sharp jerk, her arm pulled out of the animal, its heart still pulsing as she freed it from the prison of bone and flesh.
Finally, the creature stilled its frantic movements, collapsing the ground with a dull thud. Dropping the gruesome bit of flesh, Violet leaned backwards, still straddling the massive girth of the beast. Eyes fluttering closed, she fell into a stillness as she prayed to the creature, thanking it for the sustenance it would give them in the journey ahead. She held deeply onto the values her father had taught her so long ago, small prayers she had practiced as recently as five years ago, when she lived within the forest outside of South City.
Coming back into herself, her head twisted around to her companion who had already begun to approach, a smirk of utter satisfaction plastered across his handsome face. His eyes mirrored her own, that of a predator as it gazed upon its kill. She wondered for a moment if he was envisioning her right now, was she that prey?
Shaking the grizzly thought, Violet returned his smile with one of her own, blood streaking across her pale face. “Breakfast is served, hot stuff.”
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