A 'Meat'ing of Violence and Lust

Newbie Joined: Mar 05, 2010 Posts: 58

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A large beast bounds, on all fours, through the snow of the Ostmoore Mountains, leaving behind a trail of deep imprints. It leaps up a rockwall, climbing, then running towards a small opening, that is partly concealed by a tree.

Once inside it is less cold, the tree providing enough protection from the outside world. Shaking off the hood, the beast allows his eyes to adjust to the relative darkness of the small cavern, in comparison to the glare outside. He moves about the cavern much like an ape would, his knuckles supporting the weight of his upper body, while his legs are in a crouched position, ready to pounce into action.

Looking around at all the various chains, hooks and spikes that adorn his walls, he spies the mostly naked remains of a human male, a large hook right through his chest. Slowly moving over to the partly rotten corpse, he rips one of the legs out of the socket, the age of the flesh making this easier than would be otherwise.

As he gnaws on the rotten calf muscle, fetid blood runs down his chin, and then from deeper within in the cave, a mewing can be heard...

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Nrakk curled up in the back room, the sounds of the chains clanked as she attempted to rip herself free of them. She howled and mewed, calling out like a wild cat as she had been left alone. The beast moved off to the other room of the dark cold damp cave, taking his stench with him. Her body ached from the beating she took while she attempted to fight him off, only to have the chains tightened more on her. At least he gave her a comfortable place to sleep, although even the smell of the beast was upon it, along with the smell of the rancid meat he had fed her. She was hungry though, and at that point anything tasted good and basic instincts forced her to attempt to survive. Her ears would twitch at every sound, at times she thought that she was alone; letting out the long mewed calls for help, but the noise in the other room would again stir.

She curled up finally exhausted on the bearskin rug closing her eyes, seizing the noises that she makes; she stirs restlessly, the rancid smells, the dirt, dried blood and bruises that cover her, even in her sleep she cannot escape them. Finally sleep comes, but for how long before it returns.

Newbie Joined: Mar 05, 2010 Posts: 58

A few hours of peace as both creatures sleep comes to an end when the large beast wakes. He stretches then scratches his bare chest and stomach before his hand moves down into his pants... or what small scrap of cloth over his waist, than might resemble small shorts.

A crooked grin appears on his face, many of his teeth are chipped, cracked or blackened and rotten. He skulks towards the back of the cave, the room quiet and with a live and womanly scent hanging in the air, but filled mostly with the stench of rancid meat and death.

The small woman still sleeping face down on the pile of animal skins on the cavern floor, he is able to easily take a firm grip on the chain around her neck. He kneels behind her, his heavy breathes mix with mucousy snorts that send a few small globules shooting out his nose. Leaning over the small woman, the meaty beast's heavy breath running over the neck and shoulders of the petite female.

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Hours must have passed, as the beast used her, her throat was sore and raw from the cries out, that went unheard. There wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't hurt.

Scraps of meat thrown at her later as she was famished, that she greedily devoured. If the beast would draw near her she would growl at him, scooting away as far as the chains would allow her to go. The constant rattling and clanking of the chains against the cave floor, would play heavy on her mind, deafening her at times as she attempted to find a place in her mind to forget the things that were happening to her. In the end finding no rhym or reason to it, but over time becoming more acustomed to the brutality of the beast and his presense, even after hours of being left alone in the cave, looking forward to his returning, if for nothing else the feeling of not being alone.

Instinct told her she had to survive.

Days, maybe even weeks would pass, without the sun shining on her face she would loose track of time quickly. Finally he would take her out of the dark place, crouching down the covering her eyes as they adjusted to the light... It hurt so bad at first, but the warmth that she felt against her near nakid flesh was welcome. She would feel the rough tug on the chain as he would drag her off to the hunt.

Newbie Joined: Mar 05, 2010 Posts: 58

Out on the hunt the beast often jerks and pulls at the length of chain still hanging from the woman's neck - even in the heat of battle - and when the end of a day's hunt draws to a close he marks her, either with his fists or with his scent as her blood, sweat and the crawling about in the snow washes his scent away.

Taking pause from the violence and domination, the beast firmly runs his hand down the length of the naked woman's back and down over her rear, before slapping it, as though hurrying her back home to his dank hovel of a home.

Throwing his feed into the corner. Few whole bodies are to be seen, perhaps the odd hin or child, mostly a bloodied mix of green limbs or flesh covered in furs of white, black or brown. The pile sits atop older, more rancid meats that mix with all the juices of those above dripping down the putrid mound, the flesh so rotten and decayed that it falls from the bone.

Taking a piece in each hand, the beast sits and gnaws on the larger of the two, watching the woman's lithe and effortless movements as he keeps the stringy side-of-hin on his lap.

Newbie Joined: Mar 05, 2010 Posts: 58

After many months of rare and infrequent excursions from a self imposed isolation, Meat emerges from his new home in the forests of Fallmoore.

With his mate, Nrakk, by his side and two small creatures that scurry and bound about his feet, he seems happy. The creatures at his feet act like two feral cats, but they look to be bulkier than your average cat, and completely fearless as they jump and bite at Meat's feet and hands as he hunches over them.

These terrible streaks of green and white may seem to be little more than a nuisance now, but as they mature their true potential will be revealed. Combining the ferocity and speed of their mother, with the brutality and strength of their father...

Meat and Nrakk have, through violence, created life that will extend an offer of a violent death to the enemies of the clan.