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I can’t say the name.
I know it’s ridiculous. I know that to be like this is just another victory for… for him. I know that he knows this. Of course he does.
And I know how heavenly – how “exquisite”, as he would put it (oh Catalyst, even that word brings back the memories) – it feels. To worm his way so deep into me that my mind itself is filled with him, choked with the terror of him, those dark feathers and soft fur, that terrible scent, thick enough to taste and hideously delicious… all fear incarnate.
But I haven’t mentioned the eyes.
He’s huge – a picture like this can’t describe it. You can’t even imagine it yourself, because imagination is nothing to the sheer reality. More than twelve feet tall, and far longer. Everything he exists with, he dwarfs and dominates. It’s impossible to describe what this bulk looks like – how your world becomes warm, silky feathers, your eyes seeing nothing but that endless black-sheathed body enfolding you, holding you close, snuggling you with the kind of tenderness no mortal hands could provide. How the vastness turns you from living sentient being to terrified plaything with but a twitch of those talons.
As long as he’s happy stroking me, keeping me close, listening to my sobs, then we can be at peace. But again, peace is an impossible word here. Even those hours upon end of softness, gentle caresses and slow, languorous licks… it hurts me. It hurts me more than I could ever have imagined pain. Not just the terror, not just that low, silky voice, spelling out everything I dread and all the pleasure I cause. It’s the knowledge – if knowledge is power, then this has burned me to my core, every time it happens. The knowledge that there is nothing ahead but pain. No life. No family, no happiness, no new and exciting world to play in. Simply pain, death, and despair beyond imagining.
It’s only now that I start to realise… I’ve always been like that. Ever since he found me, there was nothing but agony. I am dead, and he is simply holding me halfway between to torture me.
I said I hadn’t mentioned the eyes, and I wish to god that I won’t have to. But they need to be told, because while fear and pain have been visited on me so, so, so many times… they haven’t done a thing. Those eyes have never harmed one hair of my fur. All they have done is watch.
And the burning golden cruelty, lust searing brighter than a sadistic sun, in those orbs… it reminds me. Every time I look, pleading, sobbing, begging with my life and my existence itself: just. Let. It. End. Every time he dips his beak in that odd way he does, holding me close against his throat (how long until I slip down it, screaming and squirming as he savours every last second? How long until I am again shown: there is always something worse he can do?), and nuzzles me into that heat and that silkiness…. I can see those eyes, and they tell me the truth. He HAS truly done this. There is a force of sheer nature like this, pure power incarnate, and he has chosen to devote everything he is, all his impossible powers, all his brilliance and terrifying genius… to me. To my suffering. And that when I fight a god like this, when I dare to try to resist, nothing will ever have a chance of working.
So I can’t look away. As long as I don’t see those eyes, I can’t accept it. As long as I am trapped in his gaze, I can’t deny it.
That I am his. That he plucked me from my fate over eight years ago, and looked upon my pathetic innocent soul, and swallowed it alive.
And now, the crushing dark has only just become apparent to my eyes. The acids have only begun to bite. The agony is beginning now.
And it will destroy everything, everything I am and ever could be, in its loving, searing flames.
Damian returns, in all his mercilessly evil glory, and this time we are granted a glimpse of his terrified, tormented plaything too. They are just such an adorable couple...
People are being far, far too nice to me lately. This was drawn by the incredibly talented Koschei and commissioned by the equally kind and generous Aeznon, both of furaffinity. Thank you so much guys. This page is intended as something of a snapshot of Damian's personality, but there may be more to come...
Contains: Anthro Arctic fox emotional torture Fantasy Furry griffin griffon Gryphon physical torture Sadistic Swallowing TheGuyWhoKnows Unwilling Non-vore Alex Damian The Taste Of Terror pre vore snuggling cuddling
Posted by nephilim 12 years ago Report
LOVE IT....I may want to collaborate with you in the future (: if per chance you are interested in collaborating with me. What'cha think?
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Posted by TheGuyWhoKnows 12 years ago Report
Oooh, certainly! I'd be delighted to. PM me if you get any ideas.
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Posted by CharlieC 12 years ago Report
I hope you realize how much of a breakout character you've created with Damian.
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Posted by TheGuyWhoKnows 12 years ago Report
Well, he certainly seems to have left something of an impression on quite a few people. Myself included... Yeah, okay. He terrifies me sometimes, I admit. Thanks a lot!
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Posted by tangent 12 years ago Report
Yessss
Now I feel better about not drawing you any vore myself. xD
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Posted by TheGuyWhoKnows 12 years ago Report
Hey, it's fine. I'm delighted with what you've drawn so far.
Although if you do want to do some more, I certainly won't complain... ; )
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Posted by phade 12 years ago Report
I'm not sure what to say about this picture or the story. Right now I just want to know how far are you going with the story and do you plan to make a comic for it? In the picture I noticed that it had panels that you usually find for a comic so that's why I asked and I also want to know if alex somehow finds a way out of the predicament he's in.
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Posted by TheGuyWhoKnows 12 years ago Report
Well, Aeznon was the one who comissioned this, very kindly, so it's up to him, really. I believe we are going to recieve a actual extract from the story at some point, but this page was more intended to just showcase Damian's personality: his cruel sincerity, his depraved love for Alex, his overriding psychopathic, sadistic insanity, his delight in his own evilness...
As for Alex's eventual fate... I can't say whether he will escape. Certainly, at the moment there really is no hope for him whatsoever.
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Posted by Aeznon 12 years ago Report
I would like to commission a "complete" illustration (probably 40-70 pages) at some point either by koschei or possibly neltruin This will likely be a ways down the road however since I'm clearing a ton of other commissions
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Posted by TheGuyWhoKnows 12 years ago Report
Wait... you mean an entire story? I assumed you meant just an extract! That is just... /unbelievably/ generous of you. I mean... wow. Thank you so much for simply offering it, and if you actual commission it... just... wow. Thank you.
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Posted by Pendingdelet023gb4239852 12 years ago Report
Yay gryphon pred! :)
I like the eyes, especially in the second panel. "MINE." and "HALP!" without words!
Why does it have "Lycanvas" as a signature? Is that an alt of the artist?
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Posted by TheGuyWhoKnows 12 years ago Report
I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps so.
Koschei has done an excellent job of the eyes, though. They're very important for this story, and I'm very pleased with how they've come out.
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Posted by TheGuyWhoKnows 12 years ago Report
And words aren't needed for this, which is what I like so much about it. The emotions and relationship between these two comes across wonderfully clearly without a single word. Mmmm... "MINE." indeed.
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Posted by nephilim 12 years ago Report
I read your flavor text (:
Darkly poetic. I loved it.
I'm telling you.. you need to explore Stockholm Syndrome with these two. >:)
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