09-14-2016, 07:36 PM
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Her trilling laughter, young, vibrant - so full of delectable life. It beckons me, ears twitching, heart thrumming with dark patience. I cannot help myself.
No, that is a lie; and while usually I enjoy spinning tales, there is no call to deceive myself. I can help myself. I just don't want to.
I steal through the forest that edges the western meadow - stalking, creeping ... hunting. Not for flesh, nor blood, no, I am not that sort of demon. Raw meat was never my cup of tea. I am not hurried; she will not go far and if she does, there will always be another. I lick my lips, savoring the copper taste my cracked and bloodied lips offer. Ignoring the rent in my side - it's scabbed and caked with dirt, now; I had been in the wrong place when the world had shifted and that was when I realized She'd sucked the magic from the world - I stalk her. My eyes burn with the need to blink, sides thudding with the thrum of my heartbeat. Or is that hers?
I hum that little diddy, the one that once called death and sinew to my side, my pace steady and sedate, my body yet hidden from view. Adrenaline trembles in the pit of my stomach as I charge.
I'd chosen my positioning carefully, so much so that it is only a handful of strides before I am in their midst. Ignoring the black mare, jaw drawn serpent's wide, aiming for the delicate bones of the younger mare's wings. My strike is quick, in and out, not lingering to assess damage done. Thrusting my forelegs forward to catch my momentum, I shove it back with a jolt, intent on warding off the second mare, the one who will no doubt play the hero. Blood trickles from one nostril as I withdraw just as quickly as I'd engaged, brown eyes flipped intently from one to another, a wonderful, mirth-filled smile twisting and tugging at my mouth.
Niklas
Hybrid, Black, Set x Anaxarete, Demon