08-01-2016, 10:35 PM
karsi
I can not tell by his features whether he receives the response he had hoped for but I am not concerned with pleasing this stallion. Instead, the shift of the carcass catches my focus. I gaze down at the exposed bones working to move the fawn before me. The lids fall over the milky eyes, stirring the infestation of flies but only briefly. I see how the gnats disappear in all the exposed crevasses of ear holes, nostrils, and anus alike.
The thick knotty 'wump' of sagging entrails fall when the death-child raises itself upon bone spears and detached tendons. I still continue to watch the creature even when it's black tongue lolls from it's broken jaw, asking for it's mother.
Pitiful thing.
There is a few moments that I actually look to see if I can find a wreckage of of a doe's remains to reanimate for the maggot clogged fawn. Perhaps reunite them even after death but then it crumples, broken heap of ugliness. Before I am able to use my own little gifts to reanimate the child, it is folding inward unnaturally, imploding into itself and fading away.
I continue to look where it once was, blinking my eyes when I feel the jagged angle of the stallion's should digging against mine. I look to see where he has touched me and for a moment I believe I can smell singed hair before I look to his almost skeletal face with it's toothy, wolfish grin.
"Lokii." The duet of syllables are produced slowly as I enunciate, the tip of my tongue appearing on very edge of my incisors. I can feel wire hooks tugging the corners of my lips in a bit of a curve. "Karsi." I have not said my name often, in fact this may actually be the second time in my life. The dead do not care for names. "I am guessing you did that." My voice still flat but with sharp precision of each word, "would you like to see what I can do?" I now smile at him. The wires are replaced with hooks and are curling my lips up higher and higher and higher. I like this man and his neat thing. I want to show him my very special neat thing. Only those who would understand can ever see the neat little things I can do.
your hips on my jawline
