07-06-2016, 10:10 PM
TARNISHED X EVRAE
I.
Volaire eats up his dubious glance as it moves across the breadth of her grandfather’s kingdom and she savors the taste of his uncertainty. She drank in the muted flavor of his doubt and swishes it around on her devious palate – they were not vulnerable, they were mighty.
II.
She catches the same doubt flicker in his eyes as they move across her and a predator’s smile slips across her golden silk lips. Volaire, like the Deserts, was anything but weak, anything but fragile. He addresses her formally and at this time, she holds his gaze with her own slitted eyes of gold, “Vidar?” She says, a question lingering with his name on her black forked tongue as she tilts her head curiously, “I like that name,” she says, her voice a too-sugary sweet.
III.
“My name is Volaire,” the slender golden mare offers her name with a voice that lilts with a lusty heaviness, too much like a growling purr. He speaks of the Jungle and her delicate featured face tilts with curiosity as she wonders why he would leave the lushness of the Jungles for the sparse harshness of her bloodline’s Deserts. Questions scramble for a breath before they settle, her cunning mind filing her questions away for a time riper for the asking. For now, she would show the smoke roaned stallion the wonders of the kingdom to who’s door he had come knocking. “As you wish,” she laughs, her lithe forelegs shifting into wide crimson wings as her elegant face is replaced by that of a phoenix’s. Her lips sharpen into a sunflower-yellow beak and her golden eyes sit unblinking and violet in her feathered skull, “where would you like to see first?” The phoenix asks, a trail of fire dripping from her tail to burn into the sand below as she hovered nearby him, “an oasis, perhaps?” She asks, a mischievous giggle too hard to hold as fire leaked from her plumage and sizzled beneath her.
Every lie was an inch of rope…
I only stuck around to tie the knot
& I enjoyed watching you struggle as you hung yourself
