“Let me go! Let me… go-!” Nixus continues to shout, even as the men are marching him out through the village and towards the pass that spirals up towards the mountain. Behind them the town’s folk filter, like a serpents tail, holding torches as they mutter their prayers for all the things they want to be gifted, following the appeasement of the god-like-beast. Better harvests, good rain fall and plentiful, fat babies. All of these things apparently worth the forsaking of his life!
“Please… please do not do this!” He begs, by now all but lifted from his feet as he remains uncooperative, bare legs kicking as he wiggles and tries to look around frantically. How is no one helping him?! Can they really be okay with this?! “Doctor! Doctor help me!” He yells, but to no avail. His only reply is a chuckle from the man forcing him to walk the path to his doom, as if he knew something Nixus did not. More than likely that the doctor was unable to come to his aid, by some means or another. Drugged wine no doubt.
It is then that they reach the first plateau of the mountain. No one dares travel higher than this usually, and as the wind picks up Nixus lifts his head to glance up at the high peak that disappears up into the night’s clouds, bathed in the moon’s silvery glow. His hair whipping around his face as he can almost feel eyes upon him. It is then that they hear it, the first great beat of wings.
The first scream goes up as the towering body drops, rumbling the ground and creating such a gust many torches are extinguished… and slowly it rises, to it’s full height before them, and blocks out the silvery glow. “Oh great beast!” The priest begins to chant, his arms outstretched as he bows deeply. Listing off the many names for the creature with his head bowed as he offers their sacrifice but it doesn’t seem to be listening. Nixus is caught in the ruby red gaze as his bare legs tremble, all but held up by the men either side, as his lips part with a silent gasp of fear.
The next collecting scream of fear is heard as Moarte moves, reaching forward to snatch him, causing anyone close to stumble back in alarm and Nixus himself takes one last terrified gasp, pressed to the side of the creature… before his eyes lift and the whole night’s scene turns black. Slim body falling limp in his hold, head rolling back. Fainted.
It was more than likely lucky, as the gruesome scene of Moarte’s first meal is enough to have the towns folk scatter, screaming and wailing as they run, leaving Nixus to his fate as the wings beat once more and their sacrifice is given.
the beast does not notice the beauty going limp in its embrace as much as it smells his terror. the hush of a consciousness and the delectable smokiness of helplessness. moarte does not wish to feast, though. no, he has no interest in consuming his newfound prize. he knows that much. as carefully as the creature can, he flies back to his temple with his human cradled in one large arm.
a glance is spared as they fly. yes, he is just as beautiful as moarte’s previous love. obsession. affection. possession. all sweet slopes and delicate curves. kindness and spring leaves wrapped into a single being. the beast could admire him for all the days. he would be happy with such an arrangement. as he lands at the temple, though, he is at a loss for what to do.
first is to make sure the beauty is unharmed. moarte easily and gracelessly clears a velvet lined altar with one great swipe of a paw. once the human is carefully set to rest comfortably, the beast sniffs over him. eyes drag over ankles, calves, and supple thighs. between them, moarte knows, is the sweetest nectar. the only warmth he will ever need.
but such a fruit is only tasty if it is willing to be eaten.
shaking the distractions out of his head, it has gathered that the human is unharmed for the most part. it takes a silk curtain from one of the private pews, ripping it from its ties so the beast can lay the material over the human’s bare legs and thinly covered torso. it will be cold here for his kind, and moarte will have to hunt for furs if it wants him to survive.
and survive he will. moarte decides, at that very moment, that is any harm were to come to his human, then the world would have to pay for it. for the world was most cruel to the most beautiful. which is why he was safest with moarte. away from such a place.
with a grunt, moarte turns to leave to hunt for furs. his ears will be perked, and his nose perpetually sharp if the human were to wake.
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