09-19-2017, 07:37 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
He is enraptured with her in a way he has never been with anyone before. The curiosity and awe has not been satisfied, whereas normally he would find himself growing bored – and his solution to boredom was a quick gasp of water flooding into their lungs. But she is unlike any creature he has met, more so than his girl with the water wings or the one that rots him from the inside out, for she can dwell just as he can beneath the ocean’s depths, search the bottomless sea and not gasp for breath, but breathe deeply and smoothly, as if the water in their bodies were more natural than the oxygen that fills their lungs. He wonders how deep she can go, if she can follow where he leads, if she could withstand the utter blackness and pressure of the deep sea.
Her voice warbles and bubbles in the light current that they currently float in. Her glowing tendrils set him alight, illuminating the nearly see through frame of the stallion that floats like a ghost beside her. He shimmers and twists, random parts of him becoming clearer and then invisible again with each roll of the tide.
Suddenly, though, the natural current is no longer in control of their placement in the water’s depths. He is in charge now, with merely a twinkle of his mind causing them to be sucked downward as if in a whirlwind, pulling and tugging at them with the most unnatural of forces. He is skilled in his expertise, spinning them down, down, down, until they are at the point where many lungs would have collapsed and huge lungfuls of water would have been swallowed. But here they are at their most natural state, and despite the ravenous hunger for her demise floods at the back of his mind, the idea of sharing his most prized possession (the bottom of the ocean) with another seems to sedate that feeling for the time being…
She is the first to come to the depths alive, to float idly above the utter darkness as if they were on land. She alights the world around them with her soft, glowing light, the gleam of Maugrim’s eyes catching the jellyfish glow every so often – other than that, he is invisible to her. Tiny, eyeless fishes dart towards the warmth of her radiance, bumping into her supple flesh in confusion. Other, bigger fishes and squid swim away, terrified by her light and size.
Thankfully, they are not in the part of the ocean where he holds his treasures – bloated corpses of dead animals, the bones of carcasses long decayed with barnacles lodged in their eye sockets.
Maugrim says nothing to her, but merely watches her. Her reaction to his will determine his next steps with his water-breathing companion.
Her voice warbles and bubbles in the light current that they currently float in. Her glowing tendrils set him alight, illuminating the nearly see through frame of the stallion that floats like a ghost beside her. He shimmers and twists, random parts of him becoming clearer and then invisible again with each roll of the tide.
Suddenly, though, the natural current is no longer in control of their placement in the water’s depths. He is in charge now, with merely a twinkle of his mind causing them to be sucked downward as if in a whirlwind, pulling and tugging at them with the most unnatural of forces. He is skilled in his expertise, spinning them down, down, down, until they are at the point where many lungs would have collapsed and huge lungfuls of water would have been swallowed. But here they are at their most natural state, and despite the ravenous hunger for her demise floods at the back of his mind, the idea of sharing his most prized possession (the bottom of the ocean) with another seems to sedate that feeling for the time being…
She is the first to come to the depths alive, to float idly above the utter darkness as if they were on land. She alights the world around them with her soft, glowing light, the gleam of Maugrim’s eyes catching the jellyfish glow every so often – other than that, he is invisible to her. Tiny, eyeless fishes dart towards the warmth of her radiance, bumping into her supple flesh in confusion. Other, bigger fishes and squid swim away, terrified by her light and size.
Thankfully, they are not in the part of the ocean where he holds his treasures – bloated corpses of dead animals, the bones of carcasses long decayed with barnacles lodged in their eye sockets.
Maugrim says nothing to her, but merely watches her. Her reaction to his will determine his next steps with his water-breathing companion.
m a u g r i m.
@[Dynast]