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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:36 pm
The hunger was always there.
On days when he didn't have a chance to crush a starseed to dust in his claws or set his teeth into the crystalline surface and crunch it until it was much the safe effect, Wolfeite could feel the hunger more strongly. An ever present, ever growing sensation low in the pit of his stomach. He doubted very much it would ever truly go away, and he didn't want it to. It lived there, it was a part of him, just as the youma half of him continuously dragged at his chest, sinking its claws into his heart.
He wondered, not for the first time, whether or not he should succumb to it. To let the youma eat him from the inside out.
Not yet. Not quite yet. Eventually, he was quite certain, it would overtake him, and that was to be expected, but he needed to accomplish his goals first. He needed to do something to try and break out of this monotonous life he was crushed into.
He needed more, as he always did, and so here he was again, on the street, watching.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:43 pm
Steps like lead. Gaze locked on the sidewalk beneath him, scanning crevices as he went: step on a crack, break your mother's back. As a child, he'd tested that theory. Not that he wished his mother ill, but he wanted to know if there was any truth to it. There wasn't. Her eyes stayed bright, back straight, demeanor cheerful, unchanged. What a disappointment. Dimitri was walking home now, collar of his trench coat pulled his, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked briskly towards home. Now that he was in any real hurry to be there, but it was a matter of getting from Point A to Point B efficiently. Dull. The night streets were so damned dull. He slapped his heel hard against a fault in the pavement, longing for the satisfaction of a snap.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 6:32 pm
There was a human.
Wolfeite could sense him, just beyond the edge of his vision, could hear the footsteps on the dull pavement, smell the scent of mint and something else, something metallic. His ears flicked upwards, turning towards the sound as they always did, an instinctive gesture.
There was another sound; a slap, like a palm hitting flesh.
No, not flesh - something less pliable, something less soft. Something harder, a scrape, not quite breaking bone, but something nevertheless painful, if Wolfeite would have guessed. In the shadows by his feet, something dark stirred; a large shape, uncurling itself, the snap of a toothy jaw.
He moved a little closer, then stepped out entirely, head lifting. The mask was full over the lower half of his face.
Wolfeite said nothing. He waited, and he watched, and beside him, Maledictus was unmoving, her skeletal head as still as death.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2019 5:17 pm
There was a prickle at the back of his neck at faint sound of movement, the rustle of fabric: eyes on him. Dimitri did not feel panic (he didn't think he ever had), but he had believed himself to be alone, and he could imagine that someone might think he was strange for stomping so hard for no real reason at all. He glanced around, half-expecting to have to pull a smile out of his a** to disarm whoever it was - hopefully an adult who was capable of minding their own business - but the results were not as expected. There were monsters. Two of them. One skeletal, the other canine, masked, trying to appear more imposing that he innately was. There was no surprise, no fear, nothing in Dimitri's eyes beyond curiosity as he stared back at them. "Who are you?"
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