Jul 31 2015, 09:07 PM
SCREEEEEE, the life of the pigeon he had pinned beneath his soft ebony paws was sapped of its life. A tiny, insignificant gem was flicked from the carcass into one of his many piles. It didn't mean much to him and he gorged himself on the tiny morsel. Public speaking had never been his strong suit, despite his joint leadership with Diamondfang he hardly ever saw her or any others. Something he preferred as he trained quietly as well as assisting his young protege Magdalena. Lips smacking, he didn't bother to clean the blood off his maw as he nosed the remains up to the edge of the platform and watched it drop to the earth below.
Cleanliness of his area was of upmost importance and he looked over the edge where the body had fallen. A small collection of bones was gathering but he couldn't see it from up here, he was dizzyingly high and he looked out to the tornado that had slowly lessened in strength. Monoceros was perfect for their base of operations, he had been able to work in relative peace with there being the significant obstacle of winding pathways to reach him. Taking a seat, he exhaled deeply and wondered what would happen if he jumped off the ledge. All his bones would break, almost beyond repair. But would he die?
Mortality had become a big concern to him with the cropping up of other groups. That is, his mortality, the mortality of others was worthless and they could all go fuck themselves. In fact, he wished to be the participant in their downfall wanting nothing more than to be the cause of their demise. Blood of others on his paws caused him no concern, but he couldn't afford to let himself die. A swipe of his tongue over his muzzle was the extent of his cleaning and he settled into a laying position. The peaks and drops caused by the stalactites and stalagmites always fascinated him. Sometimes it was as though he could feel them growing. With half lidded eyes, he kept vigil over the cavern, feeling deep within his gut the precious virus he had created, bubbling away as the final molecules were pieced together.
Cleanliness of his area was of upmost importance and he looked over the edge where the body had fallen. A small collection of bones was gathering but he couldn't see it from up here, he was dizzyingly high and he looked out to the tornado that had slowly lessened in strength. Monoceros was perfect for their base of operations, he had been able to work in relative peace with there being the significant obstacle of winding pathways to reach him. Taking a seat, he exhaled deeply and wondered what would happen if he jumped off the ledge. All his bones would break, almost beyond repair. But would he die?
Mortality had become a big concern to him with the cropping up of other groups. That is, his mortality, the mortality of others was worthless and they could all go fuck themselves. In fact, he wished to be the participant in their downfall wanting nothing more than to be the cause of their demise. Blood of others on his paws caused him no concern, but he couldn't afford to let himself die. A swipe of his tongue over his muzzle was the extent of his cleaning and he settled into a laying position. The peaks and drops caused by the stalactites and stalagmites always fascinated him. Sometimes it was as though he could feel them growing. With half lidded eyes, he kept vigil over the cavern, feeling deep within his gut the precious virus he had created, bubbling away as the final molecules were pieced together.
@Diamondfang