Post by Whitie on Jun 22, 2012 23:48:45 GMT -5
The common fog was thicker today compared to yesterday. It swirled about the landscape in a dismal manner before Erebos as he leaned against the sturdy oak’s trunk, his arms crossed over his chest with his trusty scythe leaning against his side as his narrowed eyes gazed off with a bleak look on his face. The forest moaned as the trees ebbed with the breeze, leaves rustled upon twisted, aged branches. The scent of musky earth filled the man’s senses as he rested against the tree, his eyes glancing from here to there.
A grunt sounded nearby as dainty footfalls emitted before him as the silhouette of a boar came into view before Erebos. A grin played upon his lips as he carefully took up his scythe. The snorting and grunting grew louder as the wild pig neared, his snout affixed towards the ground. Its body gave off a reeking stench that didn’t bother the young necromancer none. Having dealt with many decaying corpses over time made him immune to take notice of the detail.
Here, piggy, piggy, Erebos thought, readying the scythe in hand.
The boar seemed to not take notice as it was too enthralled in munching on the tidbits of corn Erebos had set out as bait. Just a little more, piggy pig. Every step closer excited the young man more and more before he made his move. The scythe’s head embedded in the pig’s head with swift movement causing a screaming squeal to pierce the air. The deed was done and Erebos set a foot upon the boar’s throat as he freed his scythe from its skull.
“There we go. Another pet to play with,” he purred as he took a neckerchief from his satchel and cleaned the bloodied blade with a devious look on his face. The downed prey would be used for his work and perhaps a bit of it would be supper if he reminded himself to eat tonight.
A grunt sounded nearby as dainty footfalls emitted before him as the silhouette of a boar came into view before Erebos. A grin played upon his lips as he carefully took up his scythe. The snorting and grunting grew louder as the wild pig neared, his snout affixed towards the ground. Its body gave off a reeking stench that didn’t bother the young necromancer none. Having dealt with many decaying corpses over time made him immune to take notice of the detail.
Here, piggy, piggy, Erebos thought, readying the scythe in hand.
The boar seemed to not take notice as it was too enthralled in munching on the tidbits of corn Erebos had set out as bait. Just a little more, piggy pig. Every step closer excited the young man more and more before he made his move. The scythe’s head embedded in the pig’s head with swift movement causing a screaming squeal to pierce the air. The deed was done and Erebos set a foot upon the boar’s throat as he freed his scythe from its skull.
“There we go. Another pet to play with,” he purred as he took a neckerchief from his satchel and cleaned the bloodied blade with a devious look on his face. The downed prey would be used for his work and perhaps a bit of it would be supper if he reminded himself to eat tonight.