12-10-2016, 05:39 PM
He is brought here from the wind. He has been here before, collecting his own gathering of flesh to taste and sample at a whim. How many had he had? 20? 25? He had always loved the slope of the feminine flank--he could get drunk on sumptuous flesh and a good tup. Sinking his teeth into warm blood, feeling their blood draining down the back of his throat. The children; oh there were many of them. They kept producing.
He outlived them all.
A dark smile plays on his lips, and he slinks quiet into the field. This time he does not seek women. Those days are beyond him. Death fits nicely on a pair of slim hips, but much more than that and he finds those memories that haunt him from a lifetime ago. The dark, the mountains. He shakes his head--cracks...Kinks in his armor.
He pushes forward. He wonders if any will come. If there are any who wish to have a dead man.
If there were any brave enough.
Any alive enough, to tame and cheat death itself.
He outlived them all.
A dark smile plays on his lips, and he slinks quiet into the field. This time he does not seek women. Those days are beyond him. Death fits nicely on a pair of slim hips, but much more than that and he finds those memories that haunt him from a lifetime ago. The dark, the mountains. He shakes his head--cracks...Kinks in his armor.
He pushes forward. He wonders if any will come. If there are any who wish to have a dead man.
If there were any brave enough.
Any alive enough, to tame and cheat death itself.