07-06-2016, 04:52 PM
She reacts frightfully, from blood and instinct, at the walking skeleton that should not be.
Stoney has never seen such a horror as this, never dreamt of something so terrifying, or ever been so petrified in her life.
The bone-magician made Sinew seem like a shadow, paler in comparison to the grandeur of the full night and all its terrors.
The pet grotesquerie rears up and shakes its front legs about in menace or mockery, she isn’t sure which but the trick satisfies its intent in scaring Stoney further. She backs up into herself, accordian-like, and folds into a laughable mess of fright; by now, she is sitting on her rump with her front legs straightened out in front of her and splayed, stiffened even, as if to shore the rest of her up from swooning completely into a dead (haha punny!) faint as the creature performs for its master and her audience. It is hard to swallow, and why is there a haze dimming everything at the edges of her eyes, like a strange mist that promises to take her away from the horror in front of her…
Her mouth drops open as the older girl chides her about the creature’s feelings. Feelings? What feelings can it possibly have?! It lacks a heart and a brain, and she knows that it feels nothing and she almost pities it because it does not know it is enslaved or that it is a poorly made puppet. She lacks the bravery that is commonly found in her mother and older sister - they were so fearless, so used to dark things, so unlike Stoney who thought her heart might stop at any moment like a hare frozen in the hunter’s shadow. Her lips draw back in displeasure as she told she is rude and she wants to be so rude in that moment! So very, very rude and tell the older girl it wasn’t nice to scare others or nice to make someone’s bones jump about at her beck and call; those bones were once a horse, maybe a king or a queen, or likely some unknown broodmare or a wayward bachelor.
“How can you love a thing like that?” she is aghast at the very thought! Spurred into ruder speech by the older girl’s subtly veiled threat for that is how Stoney perceives it - threatening and terrible, so very terrible. Curiosity though, gets the better of her and she clambers back to her feet and takes one tiny timid step towards the gruesome pair; “What do you mean let you in?” she says suspiciously, her mind perfect for the taking (or is that raping?) as it opens, expands, surrenders to the very idea of being forced into something or almost forced - she is not possessed yet, not fully understanding that is what the girl seeks permission for. Still, it speaks to some curious part of her that once again opens her mouth in foolish challenge - “I doubt you can make me love a thing like that.” and her fate, poor Stoney, is sealed!
Stoney has never seen such a horror as this, never dreamt of something so terrifying, or ever been so petrified in her life.
The bone-magician made Sinew seem like a shadow, paler in comparison to the grandeur of the full night and all its terrors.
The pet grotesquerie rears up and shakes its front legs about in menace or mockery, she isn’t sure which but the trick satisfies its intent in scaring Stoney further. She backs up into herself, accordian-like, and folds into a laughable mess of fright; by now, she is sitting on her rump with her front legs straightened out in front of her and splayed, stiffened even, as if to shore the rest of her up from swooning completely into a dead (haha punny!) faint as the creature performs for its master and her audience. It is hard to swallow, and why is there a haze dimming everything at the edges of her eyes, like a strange mist that promises to take her away from the horror in front of her…
Her mouth drops open as the older girl chides her about the creature’s feelings. Feelings? What feelings can it possibly have?! It lacks a heart and a brain, and she knows that it feels nothing and she almost pities it because it does not know it is enslaved or that it is a poorly made puppet. She lacks the bravery that is commonly found in her mother and older sister - they were so fearless, so used to dark things, so unlike Stoney who thought her heart might stop at any moment like a hare frozen in the hunter’s shadow. Her lips draw back in displeasure as she told she is rude and she wants to be so rude in that moment! So very, very rude and tell the older girl it wasn’t nice to scare others or nice to make someone’s bones jump about at her beck and call; those bones were once a horse, maybe a king or a queen, or likely some unknown broodmare or a wayward bachelor.
“How can you love a thing like that?” she is aghast at the very thought! Spurred into ruder speech by the older girl’s subtly veiled threat for that is how Stoney perceives it - threatening and terrible, so very terrible. Curiosity though, gets the better of her and she clambers back to her feet and takes one tiny timid step towards the gruesome pair; “What do you mean let you in?” she says suspiciously, her mind perfect for the taking (or is that raping?) as it opens, expands, surrenders to the very idea of being forced into something or almost forced - she is not possessed yet, not fully understanding that is what the girl seeks permission for. Still, it speaks to some curious part of her that once again opens her mouth in foolish challenge - “I doubt you can make me love a thing like that.” and her fate, poor Stoney, is sealed!