Death&&Blood

[S u s a n [Rawr]]

Cerberus II --> {Stuck in the Darkness}

The smell of death lingered in the meadow and blood stained the grass. It was not a pretty site to see, however new grass began to sprout in the ground and there was a few game wandering in the grass. A black paw came upon the grass as an immense figure entered the land. Cerberus held his head high and his ears flat against his head, his tail trailed behind him as he looked around. A low rumble erupted from his throat as he took a few steps forward. He did not want to be here. However, he had no choice. Whatever he did it was because the freaking’ devil or his father told him too. Cerberus cracked his neck as he paused and sat down upon the ground.

The aroma of death did not bother him one bit, he was used to it, after all he lived in the debts of hell, compared to that this was like heaven. Cerberus II pulled back his fangs when he thought he heard something, he jolted his head to the side and saw a scrawny rat zip past him. He rolled his eyes as he looked away. For several hundred years had he been a slave. He could not break free. Even if his father was to die, the devil would still control him. Cerberus wasn’t sure even if he would take after his father’s job, and he didn’t want it. He just wanted to be free. He cursed under his breath as he dug his fangs into the ground. Yeah, like that was ever going to happen. Never.

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A flirtatious smirk seemed to be tatooed on Harlots exotic features. Her eyes lay half open and her legs struted across the bloody meadow. The death sent that lingered in the night air was soothing, and arouseing for her; although she got turned on by a lot of things. Her long dark grey tail flowed behind her as she whispered an entranceing gothic tune through her poisoned, bloody maw. Her miniature dark, demonic wings fluttered over her smooth back.

Her mind seemed to wander from place to place in an effort to amuse herself. Alot of what she though about regularly was very unapropriate, but this time it was differaunt. She was thinking of the time when she was with that wench she once called a mother. She though about the struggle she went through just to survive. She had to stalk her mother and teach herself how to hunt and defend herself. And angered expresion suddenly crept upon her face. Then, she thought of how good it felt to slowly torture and kill that wench. How the blood oozed from her dieing body, and how she feasted on her fear. It was the greatist accomplishment of her life.

She was pulled away from her thoughts by a pateticly scrawny little rat, scurrying across the dieing grass. It barely missed her paws. Seeing the little scrap of skin made her hunger for real food. Almost on que, her stomach ached and rumbled in pleading. She stopped her song and looked around for signs of life. It wasn't long before she spoted something, but it wasn't what she expected. A large wolf lay in plane sight. It was enought to let that flirtatious smirk creep back onto her maw.

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Cerberus --> The Devil’s Salve

A sudden chill ran down Cerberus’s spine as he noticed the sudden approach of another creature in the area. A snarl escaped his jaws as he twisted his head around and his beady eyes focused upon the female that wasn’t too far away from her. Cerberus II never really had time to worry about others. His life had been filled with torture; he never really had a moment of freedom – except for a few years before he went to hell. Cerberus ran his tongue over his bloodstained fangs as he kept staring at the female, no emotion lingered in his eyes. He pushed himself off of the ground and turned around so his body was facing her. He heard no voices in his head, so that meant the devil and his father decided to leave him at peace, though he knew that would not last forever. He shifted his weight as he snorted. He wished that he could be left alone.

“What do you want?” He called toward her in a rude manner. He never was polite, those he actually hung around for a few minutes, and he usually killed them. Not because he wanted too, but because he had too. Cerberus wasn’t one to like killing for fun, but he had too, he had no choice. No one could understand. The devil had his soul in his claws, and Cerberus no longer had a mind of his own – it was shared with two other creatures. He grinded his fangs together as he narrowed his eyes as he glared at the female, he wasn’t in the best of moods, then again when was he ever?