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Sanguis in Silvis

"Blood Within the Woods"

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Alea iacta est.”

That rotten night of nights, so shaded by the clouds cast overhead which allowed the moon above a sense of respite from illuminating the woodlands of the Elven Province. There lurked a lesser thing, beautiful in design yet not within the eyes of others. For they lead another into the wicked woods which loomed with a sense of dread, hunger dwelling like a hollow pit in a rotten stomach which grew and grew at the prospect of the sanguine nourishment which awaited the thing. Foul intentions of slaughter lingered within wretched consciousness as an innocent man was lured into false senses of security which lingered behind a veil of lies.

 

It was then, a newfound friend turned towards the other and steel met the soft pillow of flesh which withheld the organs of another. The blade drove forth as it was pried with savagery across the torso region of the victim of a hunger so vile, it churned the stomach. Eviscerated was the stomach then, guts, bile, and blood spewed forth to fall upon the forest floor as innocent eyes gazed widely into the others which lacked the compassion once possessed within them. The sword began to stir, cutting and slicing the tissue of guts which once were organized, turned to mush as the victim fell to his knees. Two fangs met the shoulder of the innocent which cried out for mercy upon deaf ears, heard only by the animals of the forest which grazed and dwelled nearby.

 

Within the dense brush did another, more beautiful thing look upon the vile display of slaughter wrought forth by a lesser more savage cretin upon the innocence of mankind. It was then, the third made itself known and the atmosphere which lingered turned all the more menacing. As he did, words were exchanged between all three as the most foul between Beast and Man brought the sword forth to the maw of the victim, sliding the steel blade between sets of teeth. The blade grinded at the enamel of the teeth which gave way and were pried from the gums which once latched them to the skull. Thus, it pushed through the spine at the back of the victim’s throat which in turn detached the brainstem of the innocent, rendering the beloved and newfound friend into a deep sleep, ever eternal.

 

*Crunch*

 

The Plaguerat’s longsword was twisted within the mouth of the now deceased, causing the skull of the fallen to split from the inside with a gush of brain, bone, and blood. It was then the third whom was evermore beautiful and deific, feasted in a more eloquent manner than the first cretin. The eyes, now separated from the departure of the left and right parts of the head which dangled by the shoulders of the man, held only by the integrity of the man’s neck, stared vacantly back at the direction of the Lesser Vampyre after the execution.


Blood shared, and bonds born as hushed whispers were exchanged between two strangers bound by a commonality of cause. For in that moment, there was beauty in the slaughter of a defaced and eviscerated corpse. There was understanding. All was well, they would live on, nourished by the fallen of whom believed there were hopes for adventure, only for a story to close in the most gruesome of fashions. The first victim shared of many yet to come. Nourishment of the soul, stomach, and twisted mind whilst watching life escape from the oculars at the very moment a soul departed was enough for the lesser, for he had shown what he was prepared to do and served unknowingly already. The time had come for the fated pair, the knell tolled and rung as purpose and reform began anew, unknowingly shared over the husk of a soon to be rotten corpse.

 

 

 

 

 

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The whitened and horribly scarred figure would re-appear in it's usual home after a choir of red dust, plucking coagulated ichor from it's teeth with a sharp fragment of bone. As it sat on it's throne, adjusting it's spiked adornment atop it's head: a ponderance. For now, it's hunger satiated.

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