05-20-2018, 03:07 PM
Fear has become an unfamiliar concept to her. Glowing red, her fear aura clung to her as she slithered within the shadows, stalking her red nosed king. He does not know that she is there, her movements silent as she glided just beyond his line of sight. She watched him, ready to materialize beside him like the demon mistress that she’d become. Side-stepping sticks and boulders that littered her pathway, stepping lithely upon a soft blanket of fallen leaves. Critters of all shapes and sizes flung themselves from their perches desperate to find themselves beyond the reach of her tickling red tendrils. Their flutters of panic were of hardly of any notice to her as she kept her glowing green eyes fixated on her Modicum Mortem.
The sickly-sweet scent of blood rushes to her nostrils as the foliage around her begins to thin. Licking her lips in anticipation her eyes quickly catch sight of the animals’ ravaged bodies. The creature who had so easily dispatched them had shown no mercy. It was inspiring.
Lingering just beyond her mate’s line of sight she watches his eyes as they trace along the puddles of blood, drinking in the sight hungrily. She could see his admiration as he approached the creator fearlessly – perhaps stupidly so. He fills the empty space between himself and the misshapen figure before them, his voice trilling with desire.
She knew well what would happen next and she watched, her eyes narrowing upon the alien’s figure. Strength for Sylva meant strength for his reign. Assurance that he could not be challenged. The forest appealed to the darkness within them all and she sensed that this stranger had power enough to secure their position forever. Astarael smiled, the whites of her teeth glistening against the contrast of her nearly black coat. The horns upon her head had grown some since she’d sworn to serve Modicum Mortem and the wings upon her back grew stronger with every passing day. Soon they would carry her through the sky, enabling her to reign terror upon the unsuspecting masses. She was ready for that day and the horror that she could inflict.
It isn’t long before the voice of another floods the tips of her highly refined ears. Turning her head back she watches as the one called Maugrim strode confidently toward the massacre, aligning himself with the forest’s king. His green and white markings almost helped him to appear camouflaged against the ever-changing colors of the land around them. Naturally she knew of him, she’d felt the fingertips of her fear brush along the length of his face (as she allowed it to do so now). Seething within the darkness she’d lingered – the unseen queen.
@[Nexu]
The sickly-sweet scent of blood rushes to her nostrils as the foliage around her begins to thin. Licking her lips in anticipation her eyes quickly catch sight of the animals’ ravaged bodies. The creature who had so easily dispatched them had shown no mercy. It was inspiring.
Lingering just beyond her mate’s line of sight she watches his eyes as they trace along the puddles of blood, drinking in the sight hungrily. She could see his admiration as he approached the creator fearlessly – perhaps stupidly so. He fills the empty space between himself and the misshapen figure before them, his voice trilling with desire.
She knew well what would happen next and she watched, her eyes narrowing upon the alien’s figure. Strength for Sylva meant strength for his reign. Assurance that he could not be challenged. The forest appealed to the darkness within them all and she sensed that this stranger had power enough to secure their position forever. Astarael smiled, the whites of her teeth glistening against the contrast of her nearly black coat. The horns upon her head had grown some since she’d sworn to serve Modicum Mortem and the wings upon her back grew stronger with every passing day. Soon they would carry her through the sky, enabling her to reign terror upon the unsuspecting masses. She was ready for that day and the horror that she could inflict.
It isn’t long before the voice of another floods the tips of her highly refined ears. Turning her head back she watches as the one called Maugrim strode confidently toward the massacre, aligning himself with the forest’s king. His green and white markings almost helped him to appear camouflaged against the ever-changing colors of the land around them. Naturally she knew of him, she’d felt the fingertips of her fear brush along the length of his face (as she allowed it to do so now). Seething within the darkness she’d lingered – the unseen queen.
@[Nexu]