|marcus (_drac) wrote in cirque_rp,|
He always found it interesting watching Ilinca work. How she herded her prey into the woods with the guise of a tempting, beguiling woman. She was both those things but just like any female worth its bones, Ilinca was so much more. Objectively, watching her work, Marcus felt a bit sad for the fae. It was a canned hunt. They all must feel like canned hunts to her. Where was the sport in a fat, lazy prey?
Fish in barrels. No one really has to work for their meal then.
As victim and killer moved deeper into the forest, Marcus strayed from the grounds to follow, morbidly drawn into the doomed affair. Not too far away, leaning against a tree, the witch watched Ilinca work the poor drunk into a stumbling attempt of a dancing frenzy. Then he'd fall and how the fae moved in for the kill made Marcus think of the succubus chained to Elia. Demonic beauty and not to be trusted. Unlike the feral succubus, Marcus couldn't help but like Ilinca.
Maybe he just was another fish. Hm.
Marcus watched the life force be pulled from the man into the fae. How his body slowly became nothing but a sack of meat and bones in her hands. Another mess on aisle fourteen. The witch moved from his spot and closer to Ilinca. Marcus tread was soft but not silent. "Think the modern man is going to make you a fat house cat." He murmured. Marcus leaned against the tree closest to the fae and her kill. He crossed his ankles and looked down at the dead body. "He was a shit dancer."