a field of paper flowers -- ashy Apr 12, 2014 9:17:34 GMT -7
Post by fleabittengray on Apr 12, 2014 9:17:34 GMT -7
Breed- Percheron x Friesian
Mental: Hallucinations, blood/killing/sex addiction, cannibal - after he consumes flesh, he will be sent into a set of hallucinations, much like if he had consumed a 'shroom plant. He will also be subject to diarrhea which will cause him to lose weight if he eats too much.
The teeth of the massive brute chewed a sliver of meat slowly and carefully, savoring the taste of equine flesh. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the snack, his ears twitching every so often to listen to the battlefield around him. He had chosen a secluded but small spot in a clearing surrounded by trees that were still bare from the harsh winter that Wild Equines had experienced. He liked making things difficult. He liked a challenge, and this would be one. The ground was clear of debris, littered only in dead grass that had not yet started to turn green and there was, of course, the body he had found here that he was currently feasting from. There was very little space to move around. Mistakes here, without room to correct them, could cause the fight to be over sooner rather than later. He didn't know how large his opponent was, he knew only what Diavolo had told him. Contagious was a Helkaer, one that had been making quite a name for himself, but that wasn't nearly enough to strike fear in the behemoth. Though he had never met Contagious before, Tef was sure he was just going to be another dumb fuck kid who thought he was the toughest shit around. Allowing himself a chuckle, the draft lowered his muzzle once more to the carcass at his feet and tore away a strip of flesh from its neck.
I wonder where this guy is. Perhaps he got lost? Once more, the obsidian beast chuckled, his bloody teeth grinding together as he lifted his skull to look around. He could hear the sounds of other fights being fought which was slightly annoying. He hated when his opponents were obnoxiously vocal during fights. All of the screaming and trumpeting just proved that they were idiots who were all bark and no bite. Usually, when Tef fought brutes (and mares, from time to time) that were like that, he shut them up pretty quick. He was a massive force to be reckoned with and once his victims figured out he wasn't just a lumbering fool and was pretty damn good in a fight, they became scared. Silent. And, usually, they ended up dead or enslaved. There was always plenty of room for fresh slaves at the Whore House. Between Charm and himself, there was never a shortage of punching bags. But the black brujo wasn't here to brag. He actually didn't like bragging and wasn't a fan of talking very much; basically the complete opposite of Charm, who enjoyed flaunting himself and conversing with others, and yet the two were close friends. Perhaps a little too close...
Snorting, Tef shook his head and blinked away the thoughts. He didn't like to analyze his and Charm's relationship. Instead, he lifted his skull and surveyed the clearing once more. It had changed since he had started to snack on the corpse. The trees swayed and upon them were ugly faces staring dauntingly at him. Their eyes were unblinking and, though they remained silent, their mouths opened and closed as if they were speaking. Amused, the nineteen hand brute arched a brow and flicked his tail against his flanks. Tefached had suffered from hallucinations almost his whole life. They no longer bothered him and he didn't find them frightening because he knew them to be fake. Dining on flesh had made the hallucination grow worse over the years, but the cannibal didn't mind them. He had learned to live with them and though the ground beneath his slates was twisting and turning like a whirlpool, he ignored it. He simply stood and watched the hallucinations, drawing his tongue across his bloody lips and enamels with a witty grin upon his facade. All he could do now was wait. Hopefully this pitiful Helkaer bastard would arrive shortly. Tefached wasn't known for being a very patient fellow.
tagged: @dingdong w/ toxic
notes: 3 hits, 1 dodge. 7 days to reply. not sure what the fight it for, @winter decides that.