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Nereus had not been as engrossed in his art, as he should have been, so he was able to hear the approach of the mare. He let out a low growl and turned to the mare who dared interrupt his playtime and had the gall to ask if she could join in. He was going to make her his next plaything, but that thought stopped just as it formed when he looked at the mare. She was white but definitely not pure; she had spikes down her back and striking red eyes. “I am not one to share, so why should I change that for you?” The new mare screamed predator and it caused his heart to beat in excitement, it was always fun to torment one like himself. The flutter whimpered, hope had sparked in her with the approach of the new mare, but as he watched he saw it wither and die as the conversation progressed. He savored that sensation, “You gave her hope and then dashed it. Since you gave me that beautiful sight, I could allow you to partake in this activity.”
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How dare she go for the throat? It was his snack that he decided to share and she went for the best part; he waited for the spurt of blood as she bit into the carotid, but it never came. Slowly his angered waned, but his irritation stayed. She left the best part still intact, he was not happy with how close she came to ruining it for him.

His eyes narrowed at the mare, her eyes revealed her excitement at sensing the terror of the flutter and then he gave a terrifying grin, “Addicting is it not?” He traced a talon across the flutter’s coat, causing blood to well up where it went deep, he lowered his head and drank in her sweet blood. “Oh yes, this is the perfect specimen, do you know how long it took me to get her to this point? Her terror and misery had to seep into her very being for this deliciousness to occur. It may have been months or weeks, but it does not matter now, all that matters is what she has become.” Nereus gave a twisted coo at the bloodied creature, “You were a fun play thing, and now your purpose is almost complete.”

Sharp eyes turned on the white mare, “The carotid is mine, don’t want to end this fun just yet do we?” He took his blood stained talons and cut into the mare; the blood on his pelt vexed Nereus, it was like an itch he could not reach, but he ignored it for the moment. Getting messy while doing art was expected, he would just have to be patient and wait before he could rinse away the stains.
WC: 283

He liked this mare, she fascinated him; they were alike in so many ways. Each of them bore the deadly aura of a predator and she understood the art of enjoying the suffering of others. Nereus nicked the flesh of the flutter who had now passed out from the shock of the pain, such a pity, he likes to do this when they are awake, but it could not be helped. He had heard of soquili who are skilled enough to peel the flesh away from the body, they were so proficient at their art that the prey did not die until the flesh was completely removed. How did they do it? He could experiment, perhaps he could try it on the next innocent and pure pray to fall into his trap.

Blood was such a lovely medium to work with when creating art; it was so wild and uncontrolled with diverse color variations as it entered different stages of drying. As he licked the blood from a new wound he created, the white stallion tilted his head in the direction of the mare, “This is the most intimate and exhilarating way of meeting, would it not be right to know the name of the one I am are sharing this delicious treat with?” He wanted her name; she would become either an ally in torture or his next plaything. If she were an ally, he would remember her, but if she were to replace this flutter, then her name would forever be wiped from his mind.
WC: 257

A sly smile appeared on his face, Indominus Rex was a strong name, but he had a different name that he thought would be more fitting to use with the mare. She did remind him a very large vicious cat as she flicked her tail, cats did that when happy or irritated? He was not sure since Nereus never payed attention to the lessor creatures long enough to determine their ticks. “Rexy, it is a pleasure,” he bowed like he was a courtier in the Queen’s court. Yes it was done to mock polite society, if the mare did not notice that, then perhaps her brains were lacking and she would only be sufficient as a snack. “I am Nereus Lelantos.” He gave her a twisted smile as he waited for her reaction her nickname. He always found it fun to poke at people by giving them degrading names; he once called a stallion Birdie because he … well he looked like a bird. The stallion was so angry with Nereus that he tried to come up with a humiliating name to call the white stallion and all his puny brain came up with was Horny. Nereus gave a mental snort at the memory, for it was one of the better laughs he had in a while.
WC: 216

Ah, so she was smart after all. He pushed down the disappointment of not having a new plaything just yet, but he brightened with the thought that there was still time, he just needed to be patient. He gave the mare an innocent smile but his eyes glittered with wicked glee, “Oh, why would I ever do such a thing my Dear Rexy?” He followed her gaze to the unconscious flutter, some of her blood had already soaked into the earth and carrion birds began to circle overhead. He gave them a glare and with a squawk they flew away knowing with that one glance that they would be next if they dared to steal some of flutter before Nereus was done with it. “You say that as if you are not sure what to make of it, what, were you expecting a name that would cause the weak to quiver? Like Vlad the Impaler or Nereus the Blood Thirsty?” Nereus liked his name, it was perfect for a hunter for it meant ‘to move unseen’ and that is exactly what he did to ensnare his victims. “This creature is not much fun anymore; it is much more fun when they are awake. Let’s finish her off, remember I get the carotid mind you, and then discuss what we shall do next.”
WC: 222