10-12-2015, 07:31 PM
And in the darkened underpass I thought,
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
Her magic has been enough to keep her mind sharp even as her body began to betray her age. With her withers more prominent now and with gray hairs peppered across her pretty face Myrina feels lackluster and decrepit. She doesn't realize how fierce and beautiful she still is even in age. When she stares at Lokii with narrowed eyes she imagines herself as an old crone but she is still ever so proud looking - a warrior.
She tries hard not to melt when his voice emanates and breaks the drone of the birds and wild cats. The tone that she finds so familiar blankets across her threateningly. Without even trying he lures her deeper into his own spell, but she is battling tirelessly. Her nostrils dilate as they drink down his scent. It has been years since she has seen him and even longer since she last saw their daughter. Myrina knows he cares not for the wellbeing of their child; it was a mindless rendezvous that led to Brynhild's birth. The girl was healthy and beautiful but her face only reminded Myrina of her weaknesses and regrets.
She had to go.
Without realizing it Myrina exhales the breath that had caught in her throat. "Sorry to disappoint," she snarls as he looks past her at the Jungle engulfing them. She doesn't know whether to be insulted, shocked, or humored by his responses and so she stands in a brief silence as her attention roams. It would be so simple to wrap vines around him, to tether him down until he pleaded for mercy, and yet she can't bring herself to do it. A vine slithers in front of him but pauses and falls limp. "If I die then I would take you down with me," the words slip without any consideration. Would she be so bold as to ensure his demise to follow her own? Her lips purse shut. She couldn't drag him down with her; Covet will be in the afterlife. When that day comes Myrina wants peace, not to be eternally tormented by Lokii and his games.
She tries hard not to melt when his voice emanates and breaks the drone of the birds and wild cats. The tone that she finds so familiar blankets across her threateningly. Without even trying he lures her deeper into his own spell, but she is battling tirelessly. Her nostrils dilate as they drink down his scent. It has been years since she has seen him and even longer since she last saw their daughter. Myrina knows he cares not for the wellbeing of their child; it was a mindless rendezvous that led to Brynhild's birth. The girl was healthy and beautiful but her face only reminded Myrina of her weaknesses and regrets.
She had to go.
Without realizing it Myrina exhales the breath that had caught in her throat. "Sorry to disappoint," she snarls as he looks past her at the Jungle engulfing them. She doesn't know whether to be insulted, shocked, or humored by his responses and so she stands in a brief silence as her attention roams. It would be so simple to wrap vines around him, to tether him down until he pleaded for mercy, and yet she can't bring herself to do it. A vine slithers in front of him but pauses and falls limp. "If I die then I would take you down with me," the words slip without any consideration. Would she be so bold as to ensure his demise to follow her own? Her lips purse shut. She couldn't drag him down with her; Covet will be in the afterlife. When that day comes Myrina wants peace, not to be eternally tormented by Lokii and his games.
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.