09-20-2017, 06:57 PM
THANA.
(as black as your soul)
”And perhaps you are as daft as she is.” Her voice utters with a soft edge that does not quite match the darkness lingering within the single dreary gray eye roving over the length of his body. She cannot suppress the wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth at his valiant attempt at chivalry – little does he seem to realize he is only showing her weakness, her vulnerability by standing before her, by speaking for her. ”As Gryffen said, our purpose is dependent on who she is. Are you who we seek, nameless one? Or are you simply one of her suitors chomping at the bit for a piece of what she has?”
Her tone no longer has a gentle cadence, darkening with each heavy word, venom seeping out in between each uttered syllable. The predator within her is lurking under the surface, and her blackened eye traverses the tender column of his neck, observing the line where his throat and jaw meet, where her sharp and piercing teeth might find a supple place to sink into – to taste the blood churning with ferocity through his veins. To quiet him, to silence him. He was far less grating when he kept to himself. Such a foolish boy, to not keep it that way.
I am Queen here - she admits at last, and a lilt of laughter emerges from her throat, light but wicked, as her gaze searches the irritation stirring menacingly within the dark and tumultuous crimson of her companion. Her wicked smile has become little more than a faint, demure smirk, altogether amused by how soft and fragile she seemed – she wondered if it was a ruse, if she might be hiding her prowess behind a carefully constructed façade –
Father, Heda whispers, and a sordid impishness floods through the entire length of her body, setting her already aching nerve endings alight with an agitation she can hardly keep to herself.
”He abandoned all that followed him,” she croons softly to the gilded Queen, delight gleaming within the silver flecks of her curious and mischievous gaze. ”after failing to answer the call of his challenger. We took Taiga,” she murmurs, raking her teeth along the ridge of Gryffen’s jaw, tasting the musk lingering there. Her delectable, devious was the true and rightful King – he always would be, in her mind - we merely referred to all those who followed him; who ached for the same destruction and chaos that he did. ”but it fell soon afterwards when the wolf could not leave well enough alone.”
And then, cruelly, ”Because of him, Taiga and all those who failed to escape the wolves of magma and of water have drowned. What a pity.”
Her tone no longer has a gentle cadence, darkening with each heavy word, venom seeping out in between each uttered syllable. The predator within her is lurking under the surface, and her blackened eye traverses the tender column of his neck, observing the line where his throat and jaw meet, where her sharp and piercing teeth might find a supple place to sink into – to taste the blood churning with ferocity through his veins. To quiet him, to silence him. He was far less grating when he kept to himself. Such a foolish boy, to not keep it that way.
I am Queen here - she admits at last, and a lilt of laughter emerges from her throat, light but wicked, as her gaze searches the irritation stirring menacingly within the dark and tumultuous crimson of her companion. Her wicked smile has become little more than a faint, demure smirk, altogether amused by how soft and fragile she seemed – she wondered if it was a ruse, if she might be hiding her prowess behind a carefully constructed façade –
Father, Heda whispers, and a sordid impishness floods through the entire length of her body, setting her already aching nerve endings alight with an agitation she can hardly keep to herself.
”He abandoned all that followed him,” she croons softly to the gilded Queen, delight gleaming within the silver flecks of her curious and mischievous gaze. ”after failing to answer the call of his challenger. We took Taiga,” she murmurs, raking her teeth along the ridge of Gryffen’s jaw, tasting the musk lingering there. Her delectable, devious was the true and rightful King – he always would be, in her mind - we merely referred to all those who followed him; who ached for the same destruction and chaos that he did. ”but it fell soon afterwards when the wolf could not leave well enough alone.”
And then, cruelly, ”Because of him, Taiga and all those who failed to escape the wolves of magma and of water have drowned. What a pity.”