Jan 29, 2015 21:17:04 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 29, 2015 21:17:04 GMT -5
TEXT | SPEECH | THOUGHT
The sun sank behind the massive mountains in the distance just as Decimus approached his south eastern border. It was chilly without the heat of the glowing orb, and yet Decimus’ fur was thick, warming the skin beneath his pelt. His breath was a visible puff of steam as he moved, his ears flicking atop his massive skull as each paw sank deep into the snow. Ever since his return from Autkion Rock with his lovely little sooth-sayer Palais in tow, Decimus had been busy with her adjustments. Now he’d left her in the warmth of the dens to patrol his borders and mark his scent, an act that could be delayed no further. It ensured that it would be inexcusable if some rogue intruder came waltzing onto his land, claiming ignorance to his borders. This was Decimus’ sacred land, and to intrude without his permission was a crime punishable by death in his very humble opinion.
With a lazy yawn, Decimus began to rub his sides against the trees, saturating every reachable inch of the area with his masculine scent. The amber shade was quickly fading from the sky, becoming darker and darker with each moment until there was only a stale gray left in its wake, the earth significantly darker. The chirping of birds had quieted to silence, and somewhere far above their mortal resting place, the Gods watched. The thought froze Decimus in his tracks, head tilting backwards, pale eyes lifting skyward as his pale pink tongue darted out from between his lips. It was as if he could taste them all around him, their omnipotent touch evident on everything surrounding him. ”Am I exceeding your expectations?” He asked, deep voice ringing in the stillness around him. He received no answer, naturally, but this did not sway Decimus. Surely if he was doing something wrong, they’d let him know in some way he assumed, so with a satisfied snort he lowered his head.
He was in no particular rush to return to the dens. He was certain that Palais would behave in his absence, and if she did not…well. Decimus grinned, losing himself in the daydream. He could imagine tracking her down by her scent alone, and the warm crimson that would seep into her pale coat when he caught her. It was a violent, riveting dream that left him both aroused and frustrated. He would harm none of his sklavins unless they gave him good reason to. It was not that he disliked Palais, for truly he was fond of her, and his daydream was a tad bit realistic. He would not kill her if she ever attempted to escape, not since she was a product of the Gods, very much like himself. Punish her, certainly, but never kill her. However, any other sklavin he claimed would not be so fortunate.
He contemplated the desire to inflict pain upon others as he lowered his haunches to the ground, sweeping his paws across the snow. There were times when he considered seeking out an unfortunate freior, or claiming a pathetic sin-filled slave just for the sake of blood on his tongue…but not yet. There was much to be done in Suden before he would allow himself the luxury of fun and games.
NOTES: Evil Decimus D;