07-17-2017, 05:58 PM
"Evil requires no reason."
black and silver, their hair mingling together, their chests heaving
It hisses as memories slide from the silver black stallion. Its attention wavering from the pale white stallion as it turns back to look at the massive stallion that stood so patiently. Its eyes narrow and it clacks its fangs in annoyance. It didn’t want to remember before when now was so delightful.
the familiar way the lines of their bodies fit together
It shakes its head, the shadows swallowing it whole until there was nothing left of it anymore. It floats, a part of the darkness around them, its black eyes trained on the one that knew it before. It slides closer, a thick creeping darkness that wraps Drow up. Slice by slice it opens up his skin, and with each touch of its shadows across his body he bleeds.
the way their blood mingled in drops on the ground, on their skin
It reaches tendrils into his mind, sliding in as lust and want emits from Drow in a fog of hormones. It itches to take those memories, to take them and crumple them to dust. It aches, wants, needs to get rid of who it was before.
you will not harm him.
It recoils, shadows snaking back out. It still makes him bleed, revels in the way that the blood drips down into the earth. It laughs a satisfied laugh before it remembers the other, the pale stallion. It solidifies just enough to see the shape it in the shadows before it wraps the same thick fog around the white stallion. “My price?”
Oh it could be fun to play some with whatever idea the white stallion had. It might be good to see who it could hurt with it…
But it was never very good at playing follow the leader.
It’s lips brush against his ear. “Your life.” And it laughs, it’s teeth snagging the end of his ear, just enough to make him bleed, not enough to maim him. “Unless you have something better?” Shadow touches that seem to reach inside him and pull the blood out of his veins through the pores of his skin.
a gasp of breath they both desperately needed before their bodies clashed against one another again
It grounds its teeth, using the shadows to send a nasty slice across the silver black’s barrel, deeper than ever, through his bones this time. It turns away from Gryffen, turning back to its toy. Shadows creeping in through the slice in his barrel, stopping the blood flow just long enough that they start to open the wound, pressing against the broken bones and skin. “Enough.” It says, a dangerous whisper as it pushes a little harder.
It hisses as memories slide from the silver black stallion. Its attention wavering from the pale white stallion as it turns back to look at the massive stallion that stood so patiently. Its eyes narrow and it clacks its fangs in annoyance. It didn’t want to remember before when now was so delightful.
the familiar way the lines of their bodies fit together
It shakes its head, the shadows swallowing it whole until there was nothing left of it anymore. It floats, a part of the darkness around them, its black eyes trained on the one that knew it before. It slides closer, a thick creeping darkness that wraps Drow up. Slice by slice it opens up his skin, and with each touch of its shadows across his body he bleeds.
the way their blood mingled in drops on the ground, on their skin
It reaches tendrils into his mind, sliding in as lust and want emits from Drow in a fog of hormones. It itches to take those memories, to take them and crumple them to dust. It aches, wants, needs to get rid of who it was before.
you will not harm him.
It recoils, shadows snaking back out. It still makes him bleed, revels in the way that the blood drips down into the earth. It laughs a satisfied laugh before it remembers the other, the pale stallion. It solidifies just enough to see the shape it in the shadows before it wraps the same thick fog around the white stallion. “My price?”
Oh it could be fun to play some with whatever idea the white stallion had. It might be good to see who it could hurt with it…
But it was never very good at playing follow the leader.
It’s lips brush against his ear. “Your life.” And it laughs, it’s teeth snagging the end of his ear, just enough to make him bleed, not enough to maim him. “Unless you have something better?” Shadow touches that seem to reach inside him and pull the blood out of his veins through the pores of his skin.
a gasp of breath they both desperately needed before their bodies clashed against one another again
It grounds its teeth, using the shadows to send a nasty slice across the silver black’s barrel, deeper than ever, through his bones this time. It turns away from Gryffen, turning back to its toy. Shadows creeping in through the slice in his barrel, stopping the blood flow just long enough that they start to open the wound, pressing against the broken bones and skin. “Enough.” It says, a dangerous whisper as it pushes a little harder.
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