i am god
and i need to be destroyed
and i need to be destroyed
WARNING: Vághan is rated as a mature character for heavy instances of insanity, cannibalism, and over all just being mentally unstable. Please thread with him at your own risk.
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His eyes snapped open, flecks of gold filtering through the dark light as he woke up in a drunken stupor in a place he knew not but that he was suddenly cold when he registered his surroundings. He was covered in a light blanket of frost, having guessed his fur must've been damp before he had fallen asleep and had frozen slightly overnight as he last tasted the leftovers still stuck between his teeth. Completely dull to what happened, he should his head and rolled out a tired yawn before rubbing his temple into one of his arms. The brute groaned, confused, dazed even as he squinted through the dark lighting to find an anchor of sorts to bring him down to Earth once more. He listed things to keep him sane, an exercise he sometimes went over in his head after a long night of nightmares and a trapped sleep in which was hard for him to get out of during an intense dream. Vághan quietly pushed himself up, front legs forwards with his ear raised as he'd lean downwards in the attempt to stretch out his limbs and bulky form. As he'd let out a disgruntled noise, it'd begin to echo and shift into an illusive pair of laughs in the far distance. He stiffened, the frost which collected upon him no longer being the source of coolness that made him shiver, but fear that ran in strange ways through him. A consistent emotion that was easily, most usually, masked by madness and replaced with hunger. With widened eyes and a crouched position, the male stalked slowly from his position, still hazy of the night before but distracted by the imaginative sounds which tricked him into temptation. "Nem akarok részt venni a játékaidban." He'd hiss, his paws silently moving one by one beneath him as the muscles under his fur would twitch and gather together to function properly to the limbs which they attached to.
His breathe drew in light puffs of air that iced over once the oxygen mixed with the stench left over from his mouth. The rogue couldn't list the amount of carcasses he had consumed in the last few days, perhaps ten if he could give an estimation, a rough guess, along with the enriching taste of a fresh cub between his jaws. He'd coo at the sweet memory, but for now, he was on the chase with his fantasies. And the laughter would continue to hammer into his mind, and even trick him by weaving into several directions. The tempo increased and the movements became more scattered to his mind, along with his insanity. The hellion beast knelt over and closed his eyes, his limbs collapsing beneath him which only caused the male to double over and keep as close to himself as he could whilst counting away the dying moments. "Állj... állj, könyörgöm... állj" He'd scream at the top of his lungs, his voice bellowing out through the pillars in ruined waves. The blue eerie air ignored the cry for help, making him the lonely one in the middle of a terrible illusion come true. Vághan wept. Defeated and beaten by his own mind, weak beyond any other could make. He allowed himself to do this to himself, which was rather ironic, for in another sense, he avoided all costs of experiencing anymore pain. The voices drifted away from him once more and silence resumed the air. Breathing heavily now, he stayed curled on the ground in a defensive pose, his eyes shot with paranoia as they stared into the dark abyss that would lead to what he knew not. Lost and alone, he'd lay there and tremble from his own insanity. Hunger would soon take control, in which caused the male to count down the moments left until then he'd feed again.
Come play with us... It's what you do best!
His eyes snapped open, flecks of gold filtering through the dark light as he woke up in a drunken stupor in a place he knew not but that he was suddenly cold when he registered his surroundings. He was covered in a light blanket of frost, having guessed his fur must've been damp before he had fallen asleep and had frozen slightly overnight as he last tasted the leftovers still stuck between his teeth. Completely dull to what happened, he should his head and rolled out a tired yawn before rubbing his temple into one of his arms. The brute groaned, confused, dazed even as he squinted through the dark lighting to find an anchor of sorts to bring him down to Earth once more. He listed things to keep him sane, an exercise he sometimes went over in his head after a long night of nightmares and a trapped sleep in which was hard for him to get out of during an intense dream. Vághan quietly pushed himself up, front legs forwards with his ear raised as he'd lean downwards in the attempt to stretch out his limbs and bulky form. As he'd let out a disgruntled noise, it'd begin to echo and shift into an illusive pair of laughs in the far distance. He stiffened, the frost which collected upon him no longer being the source of coolness that made him shiver, but fear that ran in strange ways through him. A consistent emotion that was easily, most usually, masked by madness and replaced with hunger. With widened eyes and a crouched position, the male stalked slowly from his position, still hazy of the night before but distracted by the imaginative sounds which tricked him into temptation. "Nem akarok részt venni a játékaidban." He'd hiss, his paws silently moving one by one beneath him as the muscles under his fur would twitch and gather together to function properly to the limbs which they attached to.
His breathe drew in light puffs of air that iced over once the oxygen mixed with the stench left over from his mouth. The rogue couldn't list the amount of carcasses he had consumed in the last few days, perhaps ten if he could give an estimation, a rough guess, along with the enriching taste of a fresh cub between his jaws. He'd coo at the sweet memory, but for now, he was on the chase with his fantasies. And the laughter would continue to hammer into his mind, and even trick him by weaving into several directions. The tempo increased and the movements became more scattered to his mind, along with his insanity. The hellion beast knelt over and closed his eyes, his limbs collapsing beneath him which only caused the male to double over and keep as close to himself as he could whilst counting away the dying moments. "Állj... állj, könyörgöm... állj" He'd scream at the top of his lungs, his voice bellowing out through the pillars in ruined waves. The blue eerie air ignored the cry for help, making him the lonely one in the middle of a terrible illusion come true. Vághan wept. Defeated and beaten by his own mind, weak beyond any other could make. He allowed himself to do this to himself, which was rather ironic, for in another sense, he avoided all costs of experiencing anymore pain. The voices drifted away from him once more and silence resumed the air. Breathing heavily now, he stayed curled on the ground in a defensive pose, his eyes shot with paranoia as they stared into the dark abyss that would lead to what he knew not. Lost and alone, he'd lay there and tremble from his own insanity. Hunger would soon take control, in which caused the male to count down the moments left until then he'd feed again.
am i god?
i may destroy myself
i may destroy myself
WARNING: Vághan is rated M for MATURE. He is a cannibal, and very unpredictable. His threads may be deeply disturbing. Please interact at your own risk. |
