He sees she is not going to take the hint. He bites in deeper as she flails. His acidic venom is working its way through her circulatory system. And then, she drops her hip, shifting her weight. He’s no fool—he’s seen this move before, so as her hoof slides forward and she attempts to hit the ground with her hind flank, the snake retracts, pulling his fangs back into a black smoke, swirling as he shifts from the viper into himself again. She screams, her voice insistent—
—innocent.
I will show you how a toy plays!
A dark laughter sounds then, and he speaks for the first time. “Awh, I’m touched that you think that putting me in a corner would work, you insolent child” he sneers, cackling with a dark glee. Just then, a pair black hooves appearing out of the smoke, blocking out the sun with a pair of big black dragon wings that follow them. “But you are in the wrong league. I will take you to hell, because you are no angel.” She sits; he is above her, reeling. He stares down at her, his entire body re-forms as the smoke dissipates and he is rearing. Those black, jagged feet push down on her head—intent on smothering her beneath him. She is a tiny thing when compared to him. And yet, her blood; he smiles.
She cannot die.
He laughs darkly again—having found his new amusement. He has not had a tussle in years. And so, from her place in the dirt, he walks over her, kicking up his back legs over her head back in her direction—he knows she will attempt to get up and so has to essentially hop over her, her head rising after her removes his hooves from her body. His hooves kicking back; they could have the potential to kick her in the head, sending her back into the dirt, or any portion of her body as she scrambles to right herself again. He smirks, but does not turn around. He knows that she is not through with him…
And he is not through with breaking her spirit.
—innocent.
I will show you how a toy plays!
A dark laughter sounds then, and he speaks for the first time. “Awh, I’m touched that you think that putting me in a corner would work, you insolent child” he sneers, cackling with a dark glee. Just then, a pair black hooves appearing out of the smoke, blocking out the sun with a pair of big black dragon wings that follow them. “But you are in the wrong league. I will take you to hell, because you are no angel.” She sits; he is above her, reeling. He stares down at her, his entire body re-forms as the smoke dissipates and he is rearing. Those black, jagged feet push down on her head—intent on smothering her beneath him. She is a tiny thing when compared to him. And yet, her blood; he smiles.
She cannot die.
He laughs darkly again—having found his new amusement. He has not had a tussle in years. And so, from her place in the dirt, he walks over her, kicking up his back legs over her head back in her direction—he knows she will attempt to get up and so has to essentially hop over her, her head rising after her removes his hooves from her body. His hooves kicking back; they could have the potential to kick her in the head, sending her back into the dirt, or any portion of her body as she scrambles to right herself again. He smirks, but does not turn around. He knows that she is not through with him…
And he is not through with breaking her spirit.
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
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