03-09-2016, 12:46 AM
Sinew lets the dark eclipse her light, for there is the penchant for both in her but there is something decidedly more interesting about the dark and the things that lurk within it that lure her over to their side.
She is like lightning come from the storm, sizzling and bright amidst their darkness.
But even for all of her brightness, she is terrible and rent by her fearlessness and the brightness dims, besieged by a tide of darkness it cannot beat back.
Sinew likes the taste of danger on her tongue, a rich blend of copper (like blood) and metal (almost like fear, if she knew what fear was).
Her immortality is a shield that she wields carelessly and easily before her very life, a thing that means little to her - she cannot die, so what reason is there to fear? Besides, in the time before, she has died many times that death is nothing to her now but a promise of sweet oblivion as fleeting as it is before she is born again. She knows she hasn’t dreamed the past; that most of it is inherent but not, and that things just come to her that she should not know but she does, there is little explanation for it. Like there is no explanation for what comes before her, horned and godlike and for a moment, the breath catches in her throat and she sees another that stands before her, horned and impressive, and she shuts her eyes awaiting the piercing whistle of domination that she expects to come but there is only the quiet and the dark and them.
Her eyes open; the time before fades just enough to hover like mist at the corners of her eyes as she regards him thoughtfully. He sparks her interest and if she is honest with herself, it is only because of the ram horns that curl out from his head and the great cloven feet that stomp the earth into dusty submission. They remind her of before - in a time and place that cannot possibly exist in this one and that she should have no knowledge of but Sinew is immortal and the seeds of that immortality began in the very stuff that makes up what could be considered a soul. Her eyes are then drawn to the one wing that drags limply against his side and the ground, it has no softness that begs her to touch it and she is merely curious as to how he came by one wing alone.
She thinks him an odder creature than he really is, more odd than terrifying though his flat wicked gaze is rather compelling and she cannot - does not want to - look away. “Is that all it needs?” she asks, the prompt soft and curious, as he introduces himself and she does the same, “Sinew.” His grin is toothy, and her lips turn up in an answering grin that is more bright than grim but somehow wrong for all that her face shines with a terrible promise of… something, pain, darkness, blood, and Sinew feels a delicious tremor ricochet down her spine. Briefly, she wonders if he will be the one to teach her fear but it is such a fleeting thought that it is gone before she has time to truly savor it, and if his grin is crocodilian in nature, than her own is soft and secretive like a shadow that has taken up residence on her pale face.
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