Wikus couldn’t believe his eyes. The city had turned into Endrykas, everyone humping each other as if the end of the world was upon them. The disgust was real within him, almost wishing his hand to reach the whip and start strangling each and every one of them. He had never felt the pleasure of sex, and whenever he practiced it he did solely for reproduction purposes. As he watched men kissing men, touching themselves like teenagers and looking deeply within their couple’s eyes Wikus could only feel repulsion. How were they going to explain petching a man? Those… inverted had no place in the world, and their beings deserved punishment. Nevertheless, he ignored them as he had a woman to fecundate and save from this world of lunatics.
Following after his temporary companion’s example, he too decided to properly disguise himself. Removing his shirt and tugging it inside his pants, he’d wrap the whip on top to avoid his body remaining bare. Maybe one of those blue freaks would try to hump him then, which is something he didn’t want at all. Concentrating, he was thankfully at enough ink capacity to allow his tattoos to swift. They were responsive to every whim he had in store for them, yet their quality was to be poor as he had wasted ink all throughout the morning. He switched them, once by one, into random figures he imagined, far less compact than what they usually looked like. His body held way too much tattoos, so he was forced to drive most ink to his feet which now were completely black in order to scatter the tattoos of his torso. He tried to keep his gaze on the ground – eventually bouncing off to his companion’s rear and laying some silent judgement on it as the woman that had stolen his heart had one way better and way more voluminous – until his attention was claimed by a newly female.
A young girl, probably not older than fifteen winters stood beside him, watching him with her big brown eyes. In her hands he held a small bucket of flowers, and in her lips she held sweet and gentle words directed only to him. “I… I saw you this morning. I… I like you, mister!” She followed him as he himself followed his tracking tigress, which was something that annoyed him. On her nose she had a small ring, a very distinctive detail that he very much liked. Reaching out, he would carefully remove it from its owner’s nose and inspect it. Breaking the pointy bit with a thumb he would place the ring on his own nose, simply letting it hang from the tip of his nostril. Afterwards, having no use for the female, he would carelessly place a hand on her face and shove her down to the ground after he made sure he left a black handprint on the previously beautiful face. He looked back and saw that child sitting on the snow, tears running down her cheeks as her innocent heart was broken for the first time in her life. A good lesson for her.
As a last detail, he would attempt to direct some ink to his own face like Kiva did, which he barely managed as moving the ink around was harder and harder the less he held within his skin. Thus, the print was affected yet still present – a blue diamond partially formed appeared on his face. With the inked hair that was slicked back, the nose ring, the somewhat oiled beard and the face print he added as a last detail he was a complete different mind. Even his body had changed due to the different tattoos, and his clothing was somewhat different. Only the blue eyes remained, filled with an unexplainable rage only his companion could perhaps understand. Soon enough, they found themselves before a tavern door. Kiva seemed to doubt, which only made him anger even more. His body was begging for him to enter and seek the fireplace, and so did his heart as it chased the hearth that was his other half’s gaze.
Wrapping his hand behind Kiva’s waist, an act that made him feel disgust as he was directly cheating his loved one, his foot would come forth and open the door with a kick. Attempting to drag his companion beside him with a stare that warned her of not acting out of their façade, he would quickly lead the way towards the fireplace as his eyes silently scouted for his loved one. The hearth was located to the left, the counter starting directly before it and moving down half the tavern. Just at the opposite end of their new position, two individuals sat in a booth – kissing loudly and passionately, wrapping their tongues like snakes coupled, wrapping their arms against their couple’s body… It was his, no, their loved ones. Wikus felt the tears already running down his cheeks, yet not tears of sadness or heartbreak. His tears usually ran when the fury held inside him looked for a way to escape, and he often found himself crying in the midst of battle as said emotion was the only thing he could truly feel on a daily basis.
His lips quivered as he watched, yet their disguise would be broken if they simply remained in place. His hand would move to the female’s neck, lightly squishing her from behind as he leaned closer. “Order something. With quiet, understand?” Finally, he moved away from her and turned sideways to the hearth, rubbing his hands to gain some heat as his eyes remained on the target – on the man he wanted to kill and the woman he wanted to claim.
Following after his temporary companion’s example, he too decided to properly disguise himself. Removing his shirt and tugging it inside his pants, he’d wrap the whip on top to avoid his body remaining bare. Maybe one of those blue freaks would try to hump him then, which is something he didn’t want at all. Concentrating, he was thankfully at enough ink capacity to allow his tattoos to swift. They were responsive to every whim he had in store for them, yet their quality was to be poor as he had wasted ink all throughout the morning. He switched them, once by one, into random figures he imagined, far less compact than what they usually looked like. His body held way too much tattoos, so he was forced to drive most ink to his feet which now were completely black in order to scatter the tattoos of his torso. He tried to keep his gaze on the ground – eventually bouncing off to his companion’s rear and laying some silent judgement on it as the woman that had stolen his heart had one way better and way more voluminous – until his attention was claimed by a newly female.
A young girl, probably not older than fifteen winters stood beside him, watching him with her big brown eyes. In her hands he held a small bucket of flowers, and in her lips she held sweet and gentle words directed only to him. “I… I saw you this morning. I… I like you, mister!” She followed him as he himself followed his tracking tigress, which was something that annoyed him. On her nose she had a small ring, a very distinctive detail that he very much liked. Reaching out, he would carefully remove it from its owner’s nose and inspect it. Breaking the pointy bit with a thumb he would place the ring on his own nose, simply letting it hang from the tip of his nostril. Afterwards, having no use for the female, he would carelessly place a hand on her face and shove her down to the ground after he made sure he left a black handprint on the previously beautiful face. He looked back and saw that child sitting on the snow, tears running down her cheeks as her innocent heart was broken for the first time in her life. A good lesson for her.
As a last detail, he would attempt to direct some ink to his own face like Kiva did, which he barely managed as moving the ink around was harder and harder the less he held within his skin. Thus, the print was affected yet still present – a blue diamond partially formed appeared on his face. With the inked hair that was slicked back, the nose ring, the somewhat oiled beard and the face print he added as a last detail he was a complete different mind. Even his body had changed due to the different tattoos, and his clothing was somewhat different. Only the blue eyes remained, filled with an unexplainable rage only his companion could perhaps understand. Soon enough, they found themselves before a tavern door. Kiva seemed to doubt, which only made him anger even more. His body was begging for him to enter and seek the fireplace, and so did his heart as it chased the hearth that was his other half’s gaze.
Wrapping his hand behind Kiva’s waist, an act that made him feel disgust as he was directly cheating his loved one, his foot would come forth and open the door with a kick. Attempting to drag his companion beside him with a stare that warned her of not acting out of their façade, he would quickly lead the way towards the fireplace as his eyes silently scouted for his loved one. The hearth was located to the left, the counter starting directly before it and moving down half the tavern. Just at the opposite end of their new position, two individuals sat in a booth – kissing loudly and passionately, wrapping their tongues like snakes coupled, wrapping their arms against their couple’s body… It was his, no, their loved ones. Wikus felt the tears already running down his cheeks, yet not tears of sadness or heartbreak. His tears usually ran when the fury held inside him looked for a way to escape, and he often found himself crying in the midst of battle as said emotion was the only thing he could truly feel on a daily basis.
His lips quivered as he watched, yet their disguise would be broken if they simply remained in place. His hand would move to the female’s neck, lightly squishing her from behind as he leaned closer. “Order something. With quiet, understand?” Finally, he moved away from her and turned sideways to the hearth, rubbing his hands to gain some heat as his eyes remained on the target – on the man he wanted to kill and the woman he wanted to claim.
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