07-02-2021, 08:59 PM
I watch her, expressionless, as her permission is granted with no coersion or threatening. She agrees, and I take it to myself. One more soul for chaos' sake, bound by threads of loyalty that weave in and out of its tattered fabric, stitch it to my own. A moment more, and my expression changes.
A slow, sultry smile paints my lips. "Good, good," I murmur, almost through. It's more true than this strange beast knows, that she has tied herself to Death. Who's death remains to be seen, but I know it can't be mine. Maybe it will be hers? We'll see, in time.
I trail off, though I think I'm forgetting something. I usually am, let's be honest. In this grove the scent of carrion is growing. It's odor is trapped beneath the canopy, like many darker things. Just as raw and bleeding, though. Just as cruel as a meal deemed unfit to be digested. My eyes fall on the fly-swarmed pile again, catching on still recognizable shapes. Scraps of thick, bloody fur and fragments of bone.
"In due time," I murmur, denying her the ecstasy of being undone. The power of surrender is a heady one in the right circumstances, and these are not them. No, first there must be some familiarity, some knowing. Some obedience.
I turn my electric gaze upon her raptor's face, a challenge and a demand on my tongue. "Clean up your mess," I drawl at last, a far lesser request than the beating heart from her feathered breast, but one I know will chafe more. Hearts are easy enough to give. Submission is harder, and it's what I require in this moment. Tomorrow will likely be a different story, one I'll know only as it comes.
@Manikin
A slow, sultry smile paints my lips. "Good, good," I murmur, almost through. It's more true than this strange beast knows, that she has tied herself to Death. Who's death remains to be seen, but I know it can't be mine. Maybe it will be hers? We'll see, in time.
I trail off, though I think I'm forgetting something. I usually am, let's be honest. In this grove the scent of carrion is growing. It's odor is trapped beneath the canopy, like many darker things. Just as raw and bleeding, though. Just as cruel as a meal deemed unfit to be digested. My eyes fall on the fly-swarmed pile again, catching on still recognizable shapes. Scraps of thick, bloody fur and fragments of bone.
"In due time," I murmur, denying her the ecstasy of being undone. The power of surrender is a heady one in the right circumstances, and these are not them. No, first there must be some familiarity, some knowing. Some obedience.
I turn my electric gaze upon her raptor's face, a challenge and a demand on my tongue. "Clean up your mess," I drawl at last, a far lesser request than the beating heart from her feathered breast, but one I know will chafe more. Hearts are easy enough to give. Submission is harder, and it's what I require in this moment. Tomorrow will likely be a different story, one I'll know only as it comes.
@Manikin