it's that time of year again - open, gore

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:10.5px;text-align:justify;width;360px;line-height:130%;]THIS IS AN AU
    while it is a mimic this is to be treated as an au and nothing inside this thread will have happened beyond it though i will be using it as a rather disjointed, very broken up dream sequence, at least for this first post, which anyone can do as well, otherwise it won’t affect the outside world at all


    i said i would so here we go, goretober for the site, based on the prompts from said event, likely the only one for here, it isn't too bad but my opinion on how bad gore is probably really doesn't count, just take it before i decide to rewrite it again


    warning – this post contains eye trauma/removal and self-cannibalism


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    Light and wandering, the touch barely grazes over the thin skin of the eye yet it is enough pressure, a burning pain settling in, lips pulling back, framing a grimace. Slowly do claws lower, but a slight touch, not enough to pierce and the darkness is quick to fill his vision, closing around it as his breath quickens, shaped by the sound of a growl. Heavy and deep, it is drawn from the depths of his chest, morphing until it seems more a laugh, maniacal and ringing, before the teeth close, catching the tongue.


    Blood. It is a steady stream flowing around the tips of those claws, scraping and tearing as they work within the eye, tearing through in an attempt to move behind the mangled sphere. His mouth is filled with it, the coppery, salty tang overpowering as his teeth grind down, tearing through the muscle of tongue and cutting into the gums, barely muffling his groans. The urge to scream, to release the ear-splitting sound which built within his chest – it was there, that desire to let it all out within that single sound but he kept it caged, the quick, shallow breath expelled through flared nostrils the only hint at the struggle to hold it back.


    Wet and slick with a thick substance his work proves harder than he had originally expected, claws scraping along bone, pain arising anew as the tips scrape across the bundle of nerves at the back, his scream no longer contained. On does it go, loud and echoing with the pain which digs into his skull, vicious and unrelenting as it builds, working through his head, a fire eating away at his nerves. For a few brief moments his movement is suspended, the scarred stump he pressed against the ground to keep himself balanced up right pushing deeper as did the elbow of the other, jaws shaking as the cry finally begins to die. It is not out of his own desire but rather the searing pain which tears through his throat, the sudden hoarse note to the end telling of what would be a loss of his voice, laughter and pained groans mingling, a jagged, broken sound. Toes flex experimentally and once more the sudden flare of pain, the heat building in the socket, this time his mouth opening not to admit a fresh scream but a single word; “Fuck.”


    He had no care to entertain the ignorant thought of this being a painless experience, if anything he had expected it to be extremely bad though the level if had reached, well, it had not been what he had in mind. No thought is put to the act, just the twist of the wrist and all at once the nerve is severed, teeth tearing into his lip yet it is not enough, the scream once again raising though muted now, never reaching the same level the first had.


    “Fuck… That hurt…” Murmured words caught behind his teeth, the mangled tongue trailing over his lips, trying to remove some of the blood but there was all too much, spilling over to stain chin and throat. There would be time enough to deal with that later, for now he focused on scraping the eye from his socket, a deflated balloon upon his paw, coated in blood and a thick, translucent liquid, leaking from the cuts within the eyeball. “What a waste.”


    Down the hatch did the eye go. Upon his tongue it sat, slimy for the most part, the heavy tang of blood overlayed by what seemed to be salt, teeth easily cutting through the thin skin, his features screwing up within a look of disgust as the liquid contained within spilled out.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 420px; line-height: 85%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]tracking for later!

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]tracking!
    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px;][align=center][align=center][hr][hr][align=center][spoiler=mobile tags][justify][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px;][size=7pt]Basics
    marissa darling ♛ female ♛ two months ♛ pup ♛ windclan ♛ demisexual heteromantic
    Physical
    timber wolf (current/main) ♛ white with cream overlay with grey and russet brindle ♛ hazel eyes
    Traits
    perceptive ♛ sociable ♛ manipulative ♛ charismatic ♛ eloquent ♛ perfectionist
    History
    first born of hadrianxwendy ♛ raised by megaera darling in winclan
    Powers
    developing overtime
    Other
    physically easy ♛ mentally easy ♛ pm for capture ♛ maim ♛ torture ♛ kill ♛ open for all plotting ♛ attack in #ff5533 ♛ ages on normal time ♛ aug 1st