(ooc: you think thats bad? get a load of this...)
Malice noticed that the further away he got from the industrilized areas the more game there was. He can keep himself fed rather easily now, but he hadn't been able to find anyone to mangle and he was getting anxious. He didn't waste his talent on the 'normal' prey animals, as he much prefered to hear screams and cries of mercy as he tormented and mutilated his victims.
I need to kill someone....animals don't cut it.... Malice thought grumbling, I need to keep up my 'skills'
He cocked his head when he heard something. Curious he followed the sound and spotted a group of muds building several huts. It was a village that was just being built and Malice could see about 20 muds; 5 were kids.
Excellent... Malice thought, as the licks his jaws, this is just what I needed.... He went into stealth mode and moved himself into position.
They didn't know what hit them...Malice jumped out of the undergrowth and attacked so swiftly that they hardly had a chance to fight back.
Malice attacked relentlessly, biting and tearing out throats of some, ripping the limbs off of others, slicing open and spilling the guts of others. The last two he took his time with; while pinning one under his weight he cut into and forcefully removed the arm and leg bones of the other. Did the same with the hands and feet, the mud screaming in agony the whole time. Finally the mud passed out and Malice went to the other one. This one he simply skinned alive, needless to say the mud didn't live long.
Malice looked at the carnage and laughed.
"Now the real 'fun' begans..." he said to himself with a grin that would cause a scrab to flee in fright. Laughing again he went to work. First he cut off all the heads and stuck each one on a sharp pole, forming a ring around the village. Next he took a length of intestine and the mud skin, climbed up one of the taller poles and tied the skin to the top of the pole like some groutest flag. Then he gathered up the rest of the intestines and started stringing them up around the village, tieing on the occasional lung, liver, and heart. Then, using his sharp claws, he shredded the remaining flesh and put it all in one big pile and threw the skeletons any which way, a couple ending up on the roofs of the incomplete huts.
"Whew" he said when he was done. "that was a lot of work." He admired his handy work and couldn't stop himself from yawning. Dam wore myself out. he thought with a chuckle, guess I should take a nap.
He walked over to gore pile he made and with a grin, climbed into it, completely covering himself with the shredded flesh of his victims, only his snout showing. Content...he fall asleep.
(ooc: FYI this village is about a days jounry from Pyke. You can have someone find whats left of this village if you like, just dont say you spotted Malice. It would ruin the plot I have planned.)
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