Set
08-17-2015, 03:09 PM
“You’re far too fucking somber for my taste,” I hiss from somewhere down below Vulgaris, caught somewhere between a copperhead and a tarantula. Eight legs is a lot to keep track of; eight eyes even more frustrating. I skitter forward, bumping my scaled side against his hoof, whipping my long tail in annoyance and disappearing back into the tall grasses. I will have to find someone to take on my at-times-unpredictable shifting. It is something I have grown accustomed to over the years but had not considered that although my body has still not completed its regeneration, it is eager to betray me and shift into random shapes. I blink, separate images merging to one, the grasses shrinking around me, dark limbs stretching out below me. “That’s better.”
Shifting, I turn to face the stranger, piebald stallion once again. I study the scaled fellow for a moment or two before settling down to graze. The moon is bright, it’s pale rays skittering across my dulled flesh, catching on the thick pink scars hung across my shoulders before sliding on, shining through the holes that still remain in my pieced together body. The silence is nearly deafening, save for the steady grinding of sustenance between my teeth. I spare Vulgaris another sideways glance. “Who’s Shiya?’ I ask rather bluntly, mouth still full.
It has been a long time since I felt that gut-wrenching pang of absence. The first time I ever experienced it Infection's bastard children had destroyed my mother. Somehow the self-important creature had survived the attack but, despite my seemingly limitless powers, the past has always been a bit difficult to piece together and I will never understand why the bloody-shouldered Queen had succumbed. Thoughtfully, I pause. "Why are you here, Vulgaris?"
Shifting, I turn to face the stranger, piebald stallion once again. I study the scaled fellow for a moment or two before settling down to graze. The moon is bright, it’s pale rays skittering across my dulled flesh, catching on the thick pink scars hung across my shoulders before sliding on, shining through the holes that still remain in my pieced together body. The silence is nearly deafening, save for the steady grinding of sustenance between my teeth. I spare Vulgaris another sideways glance. “Who’s Shiya?’ I ask rather bluntly, mouth still full.
It has been a long time since I felt that gut-wrenching pang of absence. The first time I ever experienced it Infection's bastard children had destroyed my mother. Somehow the self-important creature had survived the attack but, despite my seemingly limitless powers, the past has always been a bit difficult to piece together and I will never understand why the bloody-shouldered Queen had succumbed. Thoughtfully, I pause. "Why are you here, Vulgaris?"
-cringe- not really sure what this is ...