Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
Roots withered, grass decayed, minds submerged to depression as the endless darkness continued unwavering in its dictatorship. For some reason, he seemed wholly unaffected by the proceedings. The dark had never scared him much, even as a newborn. It was all in how you perceived it, what you needed it to be. Darkness was a neutral entity, only switching to bad or good depending on who was manipulating it. To him, it was an old friend. The velvet darkness of his coat blended well with the shadows, the glow of his red eyes combined with the utter blackness assisted in intimidation when needed. The monsters that hunted the unnatural night were something to be wary of but not anything he lost sleep over. There were crueler things in this world then creatures with claws and teeth. No, what he was wary of were the monsters that lurked beneath the skin of his own species. The cruel words on smiling lips that could strike an arrow into the most vulnerable parts of a person, something he had taken as his own for protection against those very beasts that had tormented him.
It’s in the shadows of the Eclipse that he now hides, watching the young winged girl as she clips her way through the Meadow. She stops and murmurs something to herself. “Pity” with a flick of her tail. Embers of crimson break through the murkiness as he steps from his cover, disdain on his features and a slight frown tugging at the corner of his velvet lips. Her wings flutter, not expecting his sudden appearance and his nostrils flare with amusement that spread coldly in the flames of his iris’s. “A pity indeed.” He drawls drily, letting his gaze flick over her as if she was the decaying thing that was offensive to his eyes. She’s not, not really. There’s a brightness in her mane and tail that makes him think of Spring if the season had been amplified on steroids. The spots along her backside, the ethereal wings that now flare before him with a start. He can’t help but look at those wings, beautiful. For a moment he wonders what it would be like, to pull them off her like a pinned butterfly. Even that thought makes him shift in discomfort, he had always had a vicious streak in him but that was a little too dark for even his tastes.
It’s weird, that he cares enough to even be distracted by her. To even have a moment of self awareness that he actually doesn’t want to hurt her, not like that. It fuels his temper slightly, not liking the strange emotions that writhe in his chest. Instead, he sneers at her beneath the long tendrils of sable that lay wild over his scarlet eyes as his pupils narrow, the words building on his tongue. “You don’t seem very smart, parading out in the open like that. Don’t you know there are scary things lurking in the dark?” He chuckles softly but it lacks warmth or even humor. There’s a hint of a warning in it, a caution to be careful but it’s hard to decipher if it’s referring to the monsters or to himself.
Obscene
@[Cheri]