A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MONSTER! Kin Name: Wicked Game
Drabble:A creeping, grinning smile stole over Wicked's face, teeth showing broadly as he peered down at the pretty little whatever it was. He really hadn't cared to pay close attention to his latest
companion conquest roll in the hay or swamp as the case may be. It truly wasn't an important bit of information to retain really. Or even pay attention to from the start. He wasn't picky after all.
He was devilishly charming when the need arose, which was quite often really and yet...when it all came down to it, he was nothing like the buck he passed himself off. Far from it, in fact. Sometimes, though not often he thought about changing his ways, and becoming the buck he presented to people, but he always decided it was much too fun to be
Wicked.
A gnash of teeth, a flash of hooves, and the pretty he'd put his attention on this go round was no longer an issue for him, temporarily concussed and oh so
wonderfully pliant. They had been agreeable before anyhow, it's just that he had opted to no longer play
nicely, and to have a little fun with things, as he was want to do.
To him, matters of the heart were indeed nothing more than a trivial pastime and full of frivolous fun for him. He wasn't one to form attachments, he got what he wanted, no matter how attached another may grow to him. He didn't return those feelings. Ever.
He grinned again.
Monster his mind supplied at him, and he agreed. He was a monster. He was nothing like the things spoken of in stories and legends in the swamp. He wasn't some nameless, faceless horror. He didn't even look like a monster which was the best part of all, and yet he knew that's precisely what he was, and he couldn't help but revel in it. It was utterly perfect as far as he was concerned. He loved the flash of fear in the eyes of his
victims prey oh so willing partners, and momentary distractions, when he decided to start playing his little...games.
Oh yes. He was indeed a monster. This wasn't about to change any time soon, if ever at all and yet he found he couldn't even begin to care about this fact. Not when life was far too entertaining to him this way.
Let them tell stories of me in years to come. The Wicked monster of the swamp. Preying on buck and doe alike, showing no mercy, or preference. No way to tell who would, or would not be safe. Who might just gather my unwanted attention. Let them whisper in horror of the things I did (or did not!), and pass it along to their offspring, embellishing the tale with each retelling till I am more than a story, more than a tale. Until I am something horrific and legendary.
I will go down in infamy, never to be forgotten.
Yes that was what he wanted. He wanted to be remembered, and he would make sure he would be.
After all, everyone loved a monster story.
Right?
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