09-11-2015, 04:35 PM
Dig up her bones,
but leave the soul alone
He was dark. She could feel the shadows that engulf the air around him. Bellfae has never been exposed to such hatred...such evil...but she didn't necessarily dislike it. Does that make herself, essentially, evil? All her life she sought after the more questionable company. This stallion....Gryffen...tops them all. Another soul mightv'e regretted touching him. She could see others shrinking in his wake. But she stood tall. Deep down, Bellfae knew he would retaliate in some sort. Her spine stiffened as he swooned closer, but she was ready for his harsh bite. Without flinching, she gave into it. This wouldn't be the first time her actions made her bleed, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. So she savored it.
Instead of tearing up, like any old girl would do, her mouth formed a sickening smile. She is not afraid of him, and somehow, she knows that he knows it. Why should she be? If he really does have a purpose for her, then he won't end her life. He won't bring her to her knees, because he doesn't have to. She is curious, so she will play along. Something tells her that if she sticks with him, power will come her way. So who care's what he does, or what he wants her to do.
She is a willing victim.
With a sarcastic curtsy, she bowed her thin frame to him. Looking up through her rose mane, she smiled. "What do I have to do? And what might I call you? Surely someone with your power needs a title."
It's almost like she is asking for it. Some sort of punishment. Does she revel in it? Enjoy it when her blood pools on her skin?
What if the answer is yes?
Is that so bad?
TAG: Gryffen | WORDS: no clue | NOTES: herp a derp