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| Mathideton | Wed May 4, 2011 3:43 pm Post #1 |
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The farmer’s recklessness would prove his downfall. The man was approaching the growth with an alert look, seeming paranoid, as if the bushes were going to snap out and pull him in. Which was a fair enough assumption, given their origins. As he lifted his axe, however, he hadn’t been aware of the other dangers. A long, bark-colored hand with vine-like veins and pointed fingernails reached from next to the tree and wrapped itself around his wrist. Turning, the human yelped and dropped his axe, seeing what he had thought to be an oddly shaped growth on the side of a tree to be a hellish figure unwrapping itself from the trunk, eyes burning amber as its pointed wooden teeth were bared. The demon leaned down, sinking its teeth into the arm, grinding its jaw against the flesh and bone until its teeth snapped through, severing it just above the elbow. Lifting its head, the beast let the arm, entirely in its mouth, slide down its gullet. Blood began to pour from the wound as the farmer fainted, screams dying down to a whimper, then silence. Grinning, the demon took up the fallen axe, lifted it, and brought it down, cleaving off the other arm in roughly the same area. Bending down, he plucked vines from the tree, tying them above the wounds, reducing the bleeding to a trickle, then nothing. The demon stood, resting a hand on the bark of a tree lovingly. Scooping up the prone form of the human, he approached the treeline, snapping the axe as his foot stepped down on it. Shrugging the man off his shoulder, the druid knelt down and lay the man in the grass beyond the trees, where he would either be found or wake up. Standing, the demon began the trek back into the woods. A rock soared through the air, striking his shoulder with a dull thump. Pausing, he turned around, looking down at the rock resting in the grass. Another bounced off his shin, coming to rest next to the other. Lifting his head, the demon turned his gaze on a small sandy-haired boy who held his shirt at the bottom, cradling a few handfuls of rocks. Realizing his situation, the boy dropped his ammunition and began to run, but was caught merely steps into his escape. Holding him by the shoulder, Mathideton clamped hand over his mouth, holding the child’s head to his chest. Swiftly, he pressed thumb and forefinger on either side of his neck, closing off the blood flow and his air supply. Walking backwards as he did so, the boy’s stumbling after gradually turned into Mathideton dragging the unconscious boy back into the woods with a toothy grin. Screams began sounding in the daylight as a red-haired mother clutching her chest spotted the demon dragging her boy into the woods, sobbing hysterically and falling to her knees. Running forward to her husband’s side, her cries only grew louder at the sight of his mangled arms, burying her face in his chest. |
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