Roaming places like this one held its own risks. The risk of being seen, for one, was always high, and while the reward was great, so too was the punishment for getting caught. After all, his kin might be vicious, maneating beasts, but that hardly compared to the organised, cold, and inexorable hostility of man. But perhaps that's a cliche. Humans have, at least recently, been working hard to be more understanding of that which they didn't understand.
It brought a smile to blood-caked lips even as he gorged himself. But it was time to go. The night was still young, and this meal was beginning to bore him. He rose from the horse, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and turning to face the exit from the small stable. It was where they kept the horses for the carriage rides that toured the town. He'd left them a small surprise. Heavy feet carried him forward and out into the beginnings of a night rain, bare feet pounding on asphalt as he moved quickly and quietly along the streets. It was enough to know that the streets were close to empty this time of night, but it was also a pleasantry to know that the few who were out and about were generally looking for a good time, and easy pickings for a ferocious fuck and a well-earned dinner.
His body was broad of chest and absolutely packed with muscle, each inch of skin straining to contain the sinew and ichor that flowed through his hot veins. His relatively thin waist housed the beginnings of powerful legs, which looked almost as though they should be unable to support his immense weight as he careened between alleyways, using powerful hands to maintain his balance as he rounded corners or took a straightaway on all fours. It was a silent process, but any onlooker may not be able to conceive of how it could be, his great size giving no indication to the stealth he was capable of. But then, humans always seemed to forget that the largest carnivores employed ambush tactics. His face was not particularly attractive, maybe, his nose just a touch larger than perhaps it should have been, and his teeth full of jagged and pointed teeth designed for ripping apart flesh and keeping any bits still wriggling from escaping. His hair hung around his neck like a mane, a glossy shade of of black that practically glowed under the moon, and with each loping step, it was yanked back by the wind, out of his face, to reveal a pair soft blue eyes, with nothing but murderous and lecherous intent buried beneath those tiny pools.
The type of eyes which burned themselves into your memory as the hulking beast above you abused your body, took a chunk of you for a snack, and left you weeping, bleeding, and covered in fluids, to be run down in the street come the morning rush or careless driver. Boukh was the type to do it. Hell, he'd done it before without a second thought, and as he rounded another corner to find himself watching a buxom blonde walking away from him in the distance, he figured he'd try it again. He made no move to slow his approach, continuing his bounding stride as he hurtled toward her, muscle rippling and asphalt barely able to whisper as his form nearly flew over it, foot over foot, knuckle over knuckle. He was nude, as he usually was, and as he ran, his hanging member dragged across the asphalt, the flesh tearing only to be regenerated moments later.
If such a thing existed as an unstoppable force, it was Boukh Horse-Eater, and as his mouth stretched into a grin, and he got close enough for her to hear the sound of his motions across the street, he figured tonight would be something of a novelty for him. He would play with this one.
It brought a smile to blood-caked lips even as he gorged himself. But it was time to go. The night was still young, and this meal was beginning to bore him. He rose from the horse, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and turning to face the exit from the small stable. It was where they kept the horses for the carriage rides that toured the town. He'd left them a small surprise. Heavy feet carried him forward and out into the beginnings of a night rain, bare feet pounding on asphalt as he moved quickly and quietly along the streets. It was enough to know that the streets were close to empty this time of night, but it was also a pleasantry to know that the few who were out and about were generally looking for a good time, and easy pickings for a ferocious fuck and a well-earned dinner.
His body was broad of chest and absolutely packed with muscle, each inch of skin straining to contain the sinew and ichor that flowed through his hot veins. His relatively thin waist housed the beginnings of powerful legs, which looked almost as though they should be unable to support his immense weight as he careened between alleyways, using powerful hands to maintain his balance as he rounded corners or took a straightaway on all fours. It was a silent process, but any onlooker may not be able to conceive of how it could be, his great size giving no indication to the stealth he was capable of. But then, humans always seemed to forget that the largest carnivores employed ambush tactics. His face was not particularly attractive, maybe, his nose just a touch larger than perhaps it should have been, and his teeth full of jagged and pointed teeth designed for ripping apart flesh and keeping any bits still wriggling from escaping. His hair hung around his neck like a mane, a glossy shade of of black that practically glowed under the moon, and with each loping step, it was yanked back by the wind, out of his face, to reveal a pair soft blue eyes, with nothing but murderous and lecherous intent buried beneath those tiny pools.
The type of eyes which burned themselves into your memory as the hulking beast above you abused your body, took a chunk of you for a snack, and left you weeping, bleeding, and covered in fluids, to be run down in the street come the morning rush or careless driver. Boukh was the type to do it. Hell, he'd done it before without a second thought, and as he rounded another corner to find himself watching a buxom blonde walking away from him in the distance, he figured he'd try it again. He made no move to slow his approach, continuing his bounding stride as he hurtled toward her, muscle rippling and asphalt barely able to whisper as his form nearly flew over it, foot over foot, knuckle over knuckle. He was nude, as he usually was, and as he ran, his hanging member dragged across the asphalt, the flesh tearing only to be regenerated moments later.
If such a thing existed as an unstoppable force, it was Boukh Horse-Eater, and as his mouth stretched into a grin, and he got close enough for her to hear the sound of his motions across the street, he figured tonight would be something of a novelty for him. He would play with this one.
The mind is a fantastic, dangerous place. Don't go alone.
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