01-08-2017, 09:21 AM
It had been some time. And yet, there was always that one that he couldn’t forget.
The body. The one.
He moved with a purpose, slinking through the trees like a silent fearsome thing—his mind plagued by her. Her very scent had burned his nostrils; her touch sent a flame to his ever rattling heart. He had made a pact that should have ended that night in the forest. Under black of night, they had found solace in each other… he had gained her body, and she had gained her power. Feeling her underneath him, the way she wiggled… squealed. He should have been able to forget.
But there was always one.
The fucker had a deathwish.
And she had a mother.
Black ears surveyed the landscape. He had been moving aimlessly these last months, his plans gone quiet like the embers of a dying fire… but the heat was ever dangerous. He had managed to stay away biding his time—and yet she was ever on his mind. And yet, he had never seen her again.
Until today.
He snarls, sliding a hoof forward and breaking into the clearing, willing a wind to ripple past her; the barest whisper alighting her ears.
Pricking her soul with the poison of his blood.
My little funeral pyre.
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
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OOC: I am sorry this is so short
