07-05-2020, 09:23 PM
choke them on the ashes of the dreams they burned
She shifts, and he is not surprised, because he can shift too. He knows everyone is not all that they seem, that the innocent lambs of Beqanna can morph into wolves in the blink of an eye. But here, the shadows also have teeth, and he is prepared to sink his into her.
Her new form is larger than the previous fox, but she is still young—still a child. Somewhere beneath the layers of shadow and darkness, his subconscious is screaming, clawing at the walls of his mind – anything to break through to himself.
But the feral part of him does not listen to logic and reason. He has no conscience, nothing but instinct to drive him forward. And his instinct – what even is that, now? He wants to devour, he usually wants to drain their emotions and drink them until he drowns, and yet, for some reason, all he wants to do is hurt her.
She is afraid, but not enough.
Her hackles are raised, and if it weren’t for the fear wafting off her, he would think she was doing a fine enough job of being threatening. But she is afraid. He can taste it, and where some would find fear bitter, he finds it sweet. It makes his gut tighten, and though he does not typically hunt in the usual sense, he deviates from that today.
He is silent when he lunges forward, red eyes glinting in the faint light that strains through the trees. He does not give her the option to run, nearly on top of her in a matter of seconds, and the shadows of his jaw reach for whatever they can find, intent on pulling her into a fight.
Her new form is larger than the previous fox, but she is still young—still a child. Somewhere beneath the layers of shadow and darkness, his subconscious is screaming, clawing at the walls of his mind – anything to break through to himself.
But the feral part of him does not listen to logic and reason. He has no conscience, nothing but instinct to drive him forward. And his instinct – what even is that, now? He wants to devour, he usually wants to drain their emotions and drink them until he drowns, and yet, for some reason, all he wants to do is hurt her.
She is afraid, but not enough.
Her hackles are raised, and if it weren’t for the fear wafting off her, he would think she was doing a fine enough job of being threatening. But she is afraid. He can taste it, and where some would find fear bitter, he finds it sweet. It makes his gut tighten, and though he does not typically hunt in the usual sense, he deviates from that today.
He is silent when he lunges forward, red eyes glinting in the faint light that strains through the trees. He does not give her the option to run, nearly on top of her in a matter of seconds, and the shadows of his jaw reach for whatever they can find, intent on pulling her into a fight.
torryn
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