#i was going for; sleip being stolen for being an alien/being not human/mistaken for a superhuman thing

[idontkillorphans]

🔪 (matt)

send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone

Sleipnir flinched, twitching as his body arched towards the sound in the quiet of the night.

He resembled a monster more then a man in this form. His skin was soaked, sticky with blood and alcohol. His hair sat around his eyes in thick, matted strands with even more blood. A thick stench of copper, gun powder and sweat clung to his flesh.

Sleipnir turned his neck, eyes bleeding red as he took in the sight of the other. His fist tightened, bones squeaking as he clenched harder onto the metal pipe, battered and crooked from his earlier assault.

Sleipnir had tried to be gentle. He tried to ask his captor to just let him go. But they would not take the easy option. So he was poked and prodded and cut at and bled from until he could stand it no longer. Could you blame him?

Sleipnir swallowed the lump in his throat, ignoring the taste of blood on his gums, another blink for his eyes to return to that green hue.