Devils Reject: Murder is sweet

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Devil's Reject.
Character (c) to me.
I play her at Unbridled. [And Shades of Grey]

Element: Fire [as you can see]
Alliance: Dark... very dark.
Murderer and a very insane little girly.

Example post of Devil....
[I know, it's long... get over it and read it! This is my alter ego damnit! lol]

Auds flicked back upon her dial. The scents around her swirled in and out of her lungs as the tiny septars in her nares made sense of them all. Something was near... She closed her optics for a mere moment and thought about the euphoria she felt when ripping flesh from bone, the insanity and how it peaked at it's climax when she let fire lick at the living animals she was attacking at the moment. The stag came into her mind, how peaceful and unaware he was. Her bodice was fully haired, rough coated fur, black as night with the same dead blue optics she held in her head now... her wolfen form was held close to her, so near. She enjoyed it so much. Her canines in her mouth, pointed and ready. Her tongue running over the smooth stained ivories licking at the possibility of the taste of blood when she first caught the stags scent. She remembered the moon was full, low and bright. Casting a blue silver line around everything it touched, including the stags features. She let not a noise out, as she had rounded closer to him, watching his movements. Where was his herd of whores? Would they miss him? Would his untimely end be just that, untimely. He was mature and very well muscled. Long thin legs, attached to a narrow barrel, broad chest and rounded hindquarters. A thick nape and atop that, his dial that held his crown. How many victories had he won? Huge antlers expanded a good four feet or more from his dial... the elk was to be Devil's. Rounding again, she let out a low growl. His auds switched atop his dial, his optics searching for the source of alarm. His nares flared, trying to catch scent but she was down wind. There was hope for the stag now. Fire lit at his feet, and he jerked backwards, stumbling at the sudden heat and starting deeply into it. Emitting another low growl, she chuckled at him and prowled closer to him, starting at his fearful optics as he sized her up and disregarded her as a major threat for the simple fact, she was merely ONE wolf. Devil let another chuckle out and let the words flow like lava into his brain as she sent another surge of fire around his hooves. 'Do not disregard me because I am but one being, enjoy the fact I am making you my center of attention and my meal'. He snorted and shook his dial like the words stung him. The scent of burnt hair from his flints wafting around in the air. His deep chest letting words flow from his pure soul. 'You can not take me by yourself wolf! You are but one, with no others, how are you to have control over me?'. Devil blinked and sent another surge of fire, from the air at first and sent it to his chest, a ball hovering at his heart. He backed away with agility but disregarded the flames she was shooting at his hinds. 'Because stag, I can master the elements, and you... can master nothing. What has your life brought? A herd of whores? A few young ones that carry their dial high because they have the blood of a warrior, a king, running through them? When you were so high on your throne, killing those who harmed your loved ones, did you think a mere wolf would knock you down, and take your life?' The look in the stags eyes was a mix of confusion and fury. What gave her the right to say such things to him! He had lived for years and knew things that no other knew. Devil smirked and let the fire engulf his being. The air was let from his lungs in a long strangling shriek of pain. The bellow would carry for miles and miles, and all his herd, all his lines of blood would hear him die tonight, and be filled with sorrow.

The stag's wounds were already severe enough from the first and only blast she had sent, to send him to death soon.... Devil watched him, her ivories glinted in the moon when she let a smirk so wide appear on her maw. The stag was down, his giant crown laying on the ground with his head. His breathing was heavy and erratic. His heart was thudding so hard, her auds could detect is where she stood, a few feet away. She let her pads close the distance with ease. Eying him with her own fire inside her eyes, seeing his pain she felt the euphoria kick in. Playing with her own will, she teased her self with the scent of his burning blood, letting her nares get so close that when she inhaled deeply, she snorted where he bled. His optics were frantic and terrified. 'Just finish me then, you whore!' he bellowed in pain, the loud shrieking sound winded from him, telling his family to leave and never return for him. Devil cut the bellow short with a quick and firm grasp on his jugular and windpipe. Puncturing his veins, blood pouring into her mouth and her optics clouded over with addiction... insanity... pure evil. She pulled away and let her tongue run over the corner of her smirk. 'Are you begging for death dear king? Are you begging for the darkness to end? Well... enjoy yourself! Please! As I will feast on you, while you beg to die. I will eat from your cavities whilst you live dear king. The kill is only good, if it is so fresh the heart is beating'. A long groan was emitted from his lungs as Devil finished the sentence. 'Why have the gods punished me so? What have I done so terrible and wrong to you...' Devil let her ivories snap at his face. 'The gods are not punishing you, they are rewarding me.'. With that, she tore into his barrel like flanks and began to rip and engulf the throbbing organs within. Twitching and digging his crown of horns into the earth, he was unable to move his limbs as she quickly severed nerve endings in each. Bellow after strangled, gurgling bellow was let out from his chest until each were growing so faint, they were barely anything but wind passing from his lungs into the air. The moon hung heavily and watched in great suspense as she worked around his heart and lungs, devouring muscle and crunching through some bones. With force she broke open his ribs to reveal the things inside. The heart was slowing and he was fading near death. She stopped and looked at his eyes, clouded over with so much pain, that he was now numb to the entire ordeal. 'Take me. You have had your fill' he grunted through the blood. 'I take no orders from any mortal king, nor immortal. You shall suffer, like the rest of them do.'. She watched him closely. Her guts were full and budging at her sides, she flickered heart around his body, to keep it warm, to keep the blood warm.. and with his eye fading out, she ripped out his heart right before it stopped beating and consumed it.

Shaking her nape, she licked over her ivories that were stained from all the blood she had consumed. A chucked was let out as she remember that night, just a mere two nights before hand. The moon was lacking the same fullness now that it had, and seemed to be farther away but it still shown brightly across the land. A slight breeze brought her a new scent, she inspected her surroundings with her one good optic and watched closely to her east. Some one was growing near her, and she thought she heard a faint voice... was it two? or one? It smelt of one. Perhaps someone who shared their mind out loud with no one... perhaps, someone who was just as insane as her could come and make this night a little less blank. She was very willing to find someone who would converse with her and she would quite enjoy teasing and taunting another mind or two. She creeped backwards into the shadows a bit longer, watching for the figure to emerge from the night. Her harks pricked froward to hear the sounds coming, and slowly she let her bodice show. She did not wonder of the gender of the thing that was coming, the foot falls and the sent was enough to tell her it was another vixen like herself. She snorted loud enough to be herd, the figuring coming to. A sound of rushing air was sent out of the ess's lungs, thus showing her presence and entrance had been made. A smirk toyed at the corners of Devil's maw as she let her flints carry her closer to the other ess. Black dial, mixed was her body of white and obsidian. Built yet, not like herself. A mare of proper proportions, respectable to eye but nothing like herself. Devil was pure muscle. Slender, yet strong. Ounce for ounce she was very capable of rising up against a brute equal her own stature if not a bit larger. She held the mare within her good optic, letting the moon outline her figure. A low rumble started in deep within her core, and was spoken softly at the other. Her tones ringing like a warning bell to everything around her. The aura was thick of her dangerous capabilities, the other did not seem to mind. "What brings such an ess of your stature to me. Perhaps the insanity that rang from my lungs? Let me ask vixen... what you are cursed, or.. if you prefer blessed...." She let her words hang as she emitted a low chuckle to the other being. This, was going to be quite amusing to her... perhaps, she had made a new friend.... a new.. toy... if you will. She let her bodice square up to the other, her bad optic clouded over with a thick whitest residue. The other, blue and clear, holding the flame and lust for blood inside her...

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Time: 3 hours give or take