[Gore Warning]
-Despite himself, the naga finds himself crying silently, cheeks wet with streams of tears that accumulate on the ground beneath his cheek. It hurt - so much more than he had anticipated, but he would be a coward to back out now.
What did he have to lose at this point? His family wanted nothing to do with him; his birth parents never wanted him, and he couldn’t even remember the person he had once loved—
He tried his best to block out the pain and allow himself to black out, yet he knew that wouldn’t happen. He deserved to suffer through this; he had asked for it after all. Hot tears stung the marks and cuts in his cheeks as sharp talons pierced his skin at the same time teeth dug into his flesh. It was when his flesh was being ripped off of his bones that he screamed out in agony.-
[He almost wished he hadn’t gone at him back-first - there were only so many good bits of meat on any creature’s back, and even with the long tail, there were still nutrients-packed organs to be had - but he’d originally just wanted to scare the kid. Even at this point in his life - er, afterlife - he still had a shred of compassion, but if someone was willing, then hey, who was he to pass up a free meal?
He didn’t react to the screaming other than to grin wickedly, a soft and inhuman chuckle escaping his blood-soaked lips. He paused, though, and licked his chops indecisively; he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to kill the kid to put him out of his misery, or if he wanted to fuck with him some more, just for a moderate amount of entertainment. He figured both at the same time would be….well, sort of possible, given what he had in mind. So after a second’s debate, he hopped off the other and flipped him over (which was sure to hurt, given that the ground wasn’t the cleanest, nor the flattest). He gets to see the poor kid’s tear-streaked face in full, but he does nothing more than blink; fear just made things all the sweeter, after all.
He’s all too happy to gut him then, and the other should be thankful that Gilbert’s talons are very sharp and do not catch on the soft skin of his belly. While not as drawn-out as his alternative plan, his prey does get to witness the sight of a head disappearing into his stomach before he dies, and that’s sure to be horrible enough. Besides, only food matters now.]
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[Yawns and stretches out like a cat on the floor, spreading his wings wide for a moment before folding them again] ‘m fucking wiped, man. I—[gets interrupted by Another yawn] seriously need to talk less and eat more. Fuck.
[Gore Warning]
[There’s a great amount of shuffling again, more claws digging into pale skin, body weight shifting rapidly as he twists his head side-to-side and rips out strips and chunks of flesh. Normally, he’d be happy to keep his meal alive, as he likes playing with his food (when you’ve been around as long as has and look as he does, you become a little twisted in your efforts to keep yourself entertained) but hunger rules over today, and he pays no mind to where he rips skin from.Taking advantage of the depressed, however, is not the greatest thing he’s ever done. Though the snake would never know, nor really care if he did, Gilbert was quickly becoming more of a monster, with feathers growing to cover his skin more - his hair, now, was more feather than hair itself - and a drop in human consciousness leads to pointedly messier eating.]
-Tail curling up and then straightening reflexively before curling again, the snake hisses with discomfort and pain. The thick mass of his long limb itched to curl around the predator on his back, but he knew he had given himself up for this. Turning his head to the side to look up at the monster, Gilbert sneered and huffed, baring his fangs.
He knew the look in the other’s eyes - knew he was losing himself to his hunger, and the naga was rather glad he was doing so quickly. That meant this would be over and done with soon - only a little suffering beforehand until he is put out of his misery. It wasn’t like the eagle had nothing to gain from his death - the other Gilbert would have a large snake to snack on, and the naga was sure he could last a while until he is fully digested.
He hissed again as he stared up at the other, eyes narrowed in pain-
[He’s a little wary of that tail, but it seems like the other Gilbert isn’t going to try to pry him off. He almost pities the poor kid, then, but stopping now would not be merciful - the other would probably bleed out before he got help if he stopped now, considering how deep his wounds are, so killing him would be mercy enough.
A foot ends up on his head at some point, talons like daggers just barely missing his eyes and instead digging into his cheek and mouth. Gilbert uses the new foothold to balance as he tears off a rather large chunk from his back. He pays no mind to the snake, not caring whether he’s still alive or not beyond a nagging, instinctual worry about his prey fighting back. Humans usually scream and thrash something fierce at this point, and years of experience has him on alert. Otherwise, though, he simply tears off what he wants from the human portion of the other, and curiously bites at the snake half - scales aren’t something he is used to, not at this size, but aside from that, it’s definitely edible, and he works on eating that, too.]
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((Gilbert’s kinda sitting here. Stuck as a little six year old.
Watching everyone be upset and already wanting to cry. And then he misses Fritz and things just go downhill. Ahhh…
Some days I think all he really wants is for someone to just… Be there. I don’t know.
Papa, I’ve tried to keep our stuff running but it gets delayed and lost and he feels like he’s bothering Ivan if he spams him with things…))
[[I’m not on my Ivan account right now, oops
but uh I replied to our rp over there, love! And Ivan doesn’t mind Gilbert spamming him with things, promise. You’re actually lucky I’m worried about annoying you, because otherwise you’d get nothing but messages from Ivan. orz]]
[Gore Warning]
It’s not a pity party. I just.. don’t care anymore. Eat me if you want..It is! You’re being a big baby. But if you say so! [There’s a quick flutter of wings, and Gilbert lands on the other’s tail, sharp talons digging into the skin] Food is food, after all.
I’m not a big ba—ah! -He hisses as talons dig into his tail, whipping his head around to stare angrily before sighing and waving a hand as if to say ‘get on with it then’-
There is no going back, kiddo. [Grabs his shoulders and nuzzles against his neck] Any screams to stop will just make everything more fun. Hope you said good-bye to whatever family you had, you sorry excuse for a creature. [Cackles, scratching at his shoulders and leaving little cuts]
-He says nothing, knowing he has no true family or friends- ..Just.. get it over with.. -Winces at the stings to his shoulders and grimaces-
[As disappointed as he is that there’s not going to be much of a fight from the snake boy, he isn’t too sure he would have had the energy to keep him down in the first place. He hasn’t eaten in quite a while, after all, and it takes so much energy to move, given his general mass. So he merely shoves the other over onto his face and places a clawed foot down between his shoulder-blades, grinning, and crouches] So eager to die! How pathetic you are. And a pathetic death is the perfect end! [Cackling, he rearranges himself again so that he has a better angle, wings open and bearing down on his soon-to-be meal, and then leans down and bites into the soft skin of his back, just before rib turns to pelvis.
Gilbert doesn’t give his victims a quick death.]
-Too depressed to even think this decision over, Gilbert just merely lets the other do as he pleases, grunting when he is pushed to the floor. At first he tries retaliating and pushing himself up, but knowing he had decided upon this, he lets himself fall flat to the floor. He hisses softly as claws dig into his skin and the words of the other- Tch.. I’m only eager because I have nothing. -The albino closes his eyes and lays flat, biting down on his lower lip to hold back a scream of pain as he is bitten-
[There’s a great amount of shuffling again, more claws digging into pale skin, body weight shifting rapidly as he twists his head side-to-side and rips out strips and chunks of flesh. Normally, he’d be happy to keep his meal alive, as he likes playing with his food (when you’ve been around as long as has and look as he does, you become a little twisted in your efforts to keep yourself entertained) but hunger rules over today, and he pays no mind to where he rips skin from.
Taking advantage of the depressed, however, is not the greatest thing he’s ever done. Though the snake would never know, nor really care if he did, Gilbert was quickly becoming more of a monster, with feathers growing to cover his skin more - his hair, now, was more feather than hair itself - and a drop in human consciousness leads to pointedly messier eating.]
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It’s not a pity party. I just.. don’t care anymore. Eat me if you want..It is! You’re being a big baby. But if you say so! [There’s a quick flutter of wings, and Gilbert lands on the other’s tail, sharp talons digging into the skin] Food is food, after all.
I’m not a big ba—ah! -He hisses as talons dig into his tail, whipping his head around to stare angrily before sighing and waving a hand as if to say ‘get on with it then’-
There is no going back, kiddo. [Grabs his shoulders and nuzzles against his neck] Any screams to stop will just make everything more fun. Hope you said good-bye to whatever family you had, you sorry excuse for a creature. [Cackles, scratching at his shoulders and leaving little cuts]
-He says nothing, knowing he has no true family or friends- ..Just.. get it over with.. -Winces at the stings to his shoulders and grimaces-
[As disappointed as he is that there’s not going to be much of a fight from the snake boy, he isn’t too sure he would have had the energy to keep him down in the first place. He hasn’t eaten in quite a while, after all, and it takes so much energy to move, given his general mass. So he merely shoves the other over onto his face and places a clawed foot down between his shoulder-blades, grinning, and crouches] So eager to die! How pathetic you are. And a pathetic death is the perfect end! [Cackling, he rearranges himself again so that he has a better angle, wings open and bearing down on his soon-to-be meal, and then leans down and bites into the soft skin of his back, just before rib turns to pelvis.
Gilbert doesn’t give his victims a quick death.]
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It’s not a pity party. I just.. don’t care anymore. Eat me if you want..It is! You’re being a big baby. But if you say so! [There’s a quick flutter of wings, and Gilbert lands on the other’s tail, sharp talons digging into the skin] Food is food, after all.
I’m not a big ba—ah! -He hisses as talons dig into his tail, whipping his head around to stare angrily before sighing and waving a hand as if to say ‘get on with it then’-
There is no going back, kiddo. [Grabs his shoulders and nuzzles against his neck] Any screams to stop will just make everything more fun. Hope you said good-bye to whatever family you had, you sorry excuse for a creature. [Cackles, scratching at his shoulders and leaving little cuts]
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Well….. a something….
eurasiannightmare started following you
I ain’t a somethin’, alright? I’m a fucking horrifying monster. And you don’t belong up here, you bastard. Get back to the underworld where you belong, and let me have my hunting grounds to myself!
I’m just where I belong. The human realm is my hunting grounds and has been for centuries. All of my kind have hunted here.
Bullshit. Demons ought to stick to hell and leave earth to the monsters.
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