i'm on the wrong side of heaven; any, erebor

[Sterbefall]

&Sterbefall

Am I beautiful, As I tear you to pieces

It had been a long while since I've ventured out from my lair, and now seemed a time ripe for me to set about my work again. Not everyone gets a chance to come back, even in a different form, but I had been so blessed. The form I returned to was much more impressive than my last one, I had to give the Fates that. Lithe and graceful yet muscular enough to be a formidable weapon when I so chose. And soon I'd chose to be just that, a killer hiding in plain sight. My hooves beat a steady trot that was muffled slightly by the new greenery underfoot, the sound faint and barely discernible. Where was I headed? I had no idea, it has been so long since I left my lair that the world had inevitably changed around me. But this land was mostly similar to the lands of my past, mares waiting patiently to be claimed and swept off to a happily ever after that rarely happens. I shake my head sadly with a derisive snort, poor fools. Passing these lands up, I set myself out for a more..worthy..territory. Surely there were places here where screams were music to the ears like they were to mine, where the salty tang of blood was craved like fine wine. I crossed the borders of a few lands without stopping, not my trouble if they weren't so well guarded that I could easily pass through them with no more notice than a fly. I finally arrive in a land to my liking, a forested land that reeked of malice. Tilting my nose skyward, I drew in the heady aroma when out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark man ease from the shadows across a small clearing. Slinking through the shadows that caressed my hide like the warm fingers of a lover, I moved closer to him, my dark eyes never wavering from their fixation upon his rather handsome visage. Feathered hooves moved in a ghostly quiet walk beneath my large black body, the shadows all but consuming me as I moved. Slipping into the shade of a tree near to him, I stare out at him momentarily before I speak, my voice a deep rich one with a faintly unrecognizable accent. Greetings. Do you know where I am? Because I do not. I am Sterbefall, who might you be?

You're beautiful and sick like me

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