Post by Moloch on Mar 28, 2006 19:51:45 GMT -5
The animals stirred, the horses nervous in their stalls, some of the more skittish even kicking their walls, as if trying to escape that way. Not an animal was at ease this early evening, and it would seem, they grew tenser by the passing of time. One, a stallion of particular size snorted and then neighed, rearing up and striking out at what appeared to be nothing, coming back down on all fours, he paced his surroundings, giving a snort again, here or there in protest of something unseen still.
Up in the rafters a silent shadow sat, looking down upon the beasts, a silent smirk settled on his lips, his pale skin not hiding the fact that he was there, his piercing iridescent hazel orbs seeing through every stall, watching with interest and a sort of sick satisfaction, the chaotic mess his mere presence created in the equines that lived below his chosen resting place for that day.
Moloch had decided that instead of playing with the minds of the night watch at the front gate, he would simply sleep in a well shaded area of town, so that he could freely go about the city to feed at his will, instead of waiting for the silly humans who braved the outer gates of Karador. Yes, pickings were much better inside the walls and he chose to have the best of them all tonight, one way or another.
“Prance, paw, kick and scream my pretty animals.” He said in a poetic voice, soft and smooth, underlying with a note of song. “You know who I am, and what I do, warn them so that I might watch them flee.” He continued and then slipped down off the rafters, falling but stopped as he caught a rail with one hand and swung there, still looking down at the mare below him who was now becoming frantic. “My pretty, pretty little girl, I mean you no harm, shhhh, quiet young lady.” He whispered, holding a hand out to the franticly panicked animal that then relaxed and silenced, her large head bending down in submission as Moloch dropped to the straw-strewn floor of her nights resting area. “There, there.” He said, patting the large mare on her thick muscled neck and bending down he gave her a little kiss on her soft muzzle and then opened the gate to her domain and stepped out, closing it behind him and latching it. “No, no, sorry love, it is for your own safety you are sealed up at night, you are far to night blind to be allowed to amble about in the night alone.” He said with a smirk as his feet echoed down the walkway, the hard heals of his leather boots clicking on the cement floor.
With each stall he passed, he turned and put a finger to his lips, quieting the horses so that he might pass by without harming them. Though he wouldn’t have touched a single one, he knew just how flighty these animals could be, and how much of a danger they were to themselves when frightened. Yes, Moloch was a ruthless hunter, loving a kill, but horses were not his prey, humans were.
Up in the rafters a silent shadow sat, looking down upon the beasts, a silent smirk settled on his lips, his pale skin not hiding the fact that he was there, his piercing iridescent hazel orbs seeing through every stall, watching with interest and a sort of sick satisfaction, the chaotic mess his mere presence created in the equines that lived below his chosen resting place for that day.
Moloch had decided that instead of playing with the minds of the night watch at the front gate, he would simply sleep in a well shaded area of town, so that he could freely go about the city to feed at his will, instead of waiting for the silly humans who braved the outer gates of Karador. Yes, pickings were much better inside the walls and he chose to have the best of them all tonight, one way or another.
“Prance, paw, kick and scream my pretty animals.” He said in a poetic voice, soft and smooth, underlying with a note of song. “You know who I am, and what I do, warn them so that I might watch them flee.” He continued and then slipped down off the rafters, falling but stopped as he caught a rail with one hand and swung there, still looking down at the mare below him who was now becoming frantic. “My pretty, pretty little girl, I mean you no harm, shhhh, quiet young lady.” He whispered, holding a hand out to the franticly panicked animal that then relaxed and silenced, her large head bending down in submission as Moloch dropped to the straw-strewn floor of her nights resting area. “There, there.” He said, patting the large mare on her thick muscled neck and bending down he gave her a little kiss on her soft muzzle and then opened the gate to her domain and stepped out, closing it behind him and latching it. “No, no, sorry love, it is for your own safety you are sealed up at night, you are far to night blind to be allowed to amble about in the night alone.” He said with a smirk as his feet echoed down the walkway, the hard heals of his leather boots clicking on the cement floor.
With each stall he passed, he turned and put a finger to his lips, quieting the horses so that he might pass by without harming them. Though he wouldn’t have touched a single one, he knew just how flighty these animals could be, and how much of a danger they were to themselves when frightened. Yes, Moloch was a ruthless hunter, loving a kill, but horses were not his prey, humans were.
