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Who: Aunamee, Hyperion, Maximus, Howard (closed)
What: Encounters.
Where: Tagger's choice!
When: Week 5.
Warnings/Notes: Animal cruelty, violence.
Aunamee's ankle is broken. His rib is broken.
The first thing he does after spearing his latest meal (a cat like the one he sent howard, sharp teeth, sharp claws, matted fur) is break its back paw and crack its ribcage. He listens to the sounds it makes, the wails, the cries, the bone rubbing against bone, and then he puts it out of its misery with a sharp stomp to its head. When its over, he's panting, and every breath sends a charge of pain from his stomach to his neck.
His facade is crumbling. The elegance he carried in his first weeks (the smooth movements, the careful steps, the smiles) is giving way to his truer nature. Sadism. Madness. His hands tremble and his eyes dart. His clothing is covered with Topher's blood. He is too hungry for this (he is not used to hungry) and too exhausted (he is not used to exhaustion either) and when he least expects it, rage surges up from his throat like bile.
He is good at pretending, now and again.
But he is not that good.
What: Encounters.
Where: Tagger's choice!
When: Week 5.
Warnings/Notes: Animal cruelty, violence.
Aunamee's ankle is broken. His rib is broken.
The first thing he does after spearing his latest meal (a cat like the one he sent howard, sharp teeth, sharp claws, matted fur) is break its back paw and crack its ribcage. He listens to the sounds it makes, the wails, the cries, the bone rubbing against bone, and then he puts it out of its misery with a sharp stomp to its head. When its over, he's panting, and every breath sends a charge of pain from his stomach to his neck.
His facade is crumbling. The elegance he carried in his first weeks (the smooth movements, the careful steps, the smiles) is giving way to his truer nature. Sadism. Madness. His hands tremble and his eyes dart. His clothing is covered with Topher's blood. He is too hungry for this (he is not used to hungry) and too exhausted (he is not used to exhaustion either) and when he least expects it, rage surges up from his throat like bile.
He is good at pretending, now and again.
But he is not that good.