Post by Jason on Oct 16, 2013 21:20:24 GMT -5
Night had fallen a while ago and Dante was stuck wide awake in the hot cavern known as the Grotto. Adrenaline was rushing through the young male's veins and his heart was pounding.
He found himself pinned, horns stuck into the volcanic rock with nowhere to turn, or so it seemed. Drool dripped onto him from the older, stronger male who was sinking his claws into his chest. Dante had not meant for this situation, but here he was in it with no one to aid him. "You'll never look at her again," the male spat, having caved to some sort of obsessive disorder revolving around a female Dante had been flirting with a few weeks ago. They were close to lava, close enough where the red male's mane had started to light ever so slightly. There was a low rumbling in the earth and he saw his chance. He wrapped his legs around the other and pulled him forward far enough that when the gas caught light, his face was in the way.
A strange scream burst from the male and Dante was released, yanking his horns free. He looked back to the molten rock where flames shot. The earth seemed angry tonight, but he was happy to use that to his advantage. He pulled the other's paw at an odd angle to force him over the rock, using his wings to make the flames larger, burning of the other's face. The screaming was not of this world at that point, but Dante did not stop until the male went limp. It took a few minutes. At that point, he sat back, catching his breath. He had doubted his first time taking a life would have been noble or glorious, but he had not expected this.
Fifteen minutes later, he was calmer, staring at the body, not bothered by the scent of burnt flesh. What to do with the body? The choice was obvious. Bruised, with a few bites and scratches, all minor, he grabbed the corpse and pushed it in, fanning the flames with his wings to assure it would burn quickly. The body sunk into the lava, though the smell lingered. Dante cleared the air with his wings, but he knew that only time would destroy the odor. He was not worried, though. This place always smelled like someone was burning,
He found himself pinned, horns stuck into the volcanic rock with nowhere to turn, or so it seemed. Drool dripped onto him from the older, stronger male who was sinking his claws into his chest. Dante had not meant for this situation, but here he was in it with no one to aid him. "You'll never look at her again," the male spat, having caved to some sort of obsessive disorder revolving around a female Dante had been flirting with a few weeks ago. They were close to lava, close enough where the red male's mane had started to light ever so slightly. There was a low rumbling in the earth and he saw his chance. He wrapped his legs around the other and pulled him forward far enough that when the gas caught light, his face was in the way.
A strange scream burst from the male and Dante was released, yanking his horns free. He looked back to the molten rock where flames shot. The earth seemed angry tonight, but he was happy to use that to his advantage. He pulled the other's paw at an odd angle to force him over the rock, using his wings to make the flames larger, burning of the other's face. The screaming was not of this world at that point, but Dante did not stop until the male went limp. It took a few minutes. At that point, he sat back, catching his breath. He had doubted his first time taking a life would have been noble or glorious, but he had not expected this.
Fifteen minutes later, he was calmer, staring at the body, not bothered by the scent of burnt flesh. What to do with the body? The choice was obvious. Bruised, with a few bites and scratches, all minor, he grabbed the corpse and pushed it in, fanning the flames with his wings to assure it would burn quickly. The body sunk into the lava, though the smell lingered. Dante cleared the air with his wings, but he knew that only time would destroy the odor. He was not worried, though. This place always smelled like someone was burning,
