The Beach

The canvas that lies ahead is that of death, that endless scent of flesh and bones. Its perfume is alluring, exciting for my darling trophy-child as she creeps forward in the end of day.
“You must be my brother,” she says as her eyes meet the red of his. With that she smirks, her gleeful lips sculptured into something grotesque. Her dark coat gleams pleasantly in the shade of trees as she waits for the skeletal beast to appear. “Perhaps,” the monstrous stallion responds as he dwells closer too.

There they stand in the midst of one’s beginning and one’s end. The skeletal beast sickly sucks in air as he drags himself to meet the child. His nostrils flare and his blood-red eyes widen. Memories appear of that silver child that bore him life. Flashes of his past arise vividly before him and he shudders, the ragged bones so visibly showing. Raito is dying, that much they both know.

“You are indeed my sister,” he rasps like a crow, eyes closed in simplicity. Raito laughs then, the hoarse sound erupting from deep down his throat. He already knows what she wants and simply stares at her in interest. “Why?” He then asks her softly, curious as why one would destroy a being like himself.
“Why not?” She responds delicately, the tone vibrant with lust for the unknown.

Raito again closes his eyes while his already decaying body motions forward. As his blood-red orbs stare into hers she laughs, her face embraced in madness. Björk finally charges, galloping toward him. She maintains speed for those final few steps and she rears at him with all her strength. The once strong stallion stands still, waiting for her feet to collide with the bones of his own.

The pain then consumes his body and he flinches. His teeth are clenched as he studies her in her movement. He feels her teeth sink into his skin and he lets out a soft cry. The pain excites him and he longs much for her craving. All she is now is an object of lust, and he wants her dearly. “Oh,” he moans as he lowers his head, wanting to reach her, caress her as she mauls his body. Björk however does not lust for him, just his misery as he forfeits.

“Fight, you coward,” she demands in her poisonous tongue, yet Raito does not respond. He rears then, trying to reach her back as she lashes out her back legs. She feels how they collide with his body. As her feet then reach the ground she turns to face the stallion, her brother. “You bore me,” she spits at the black as he trembles, knees meeting soil. He shivers then, awaiting death while he takes in her mindless laughter.

“How pathetic you are,” she then whispers, “a disgrace to my family.”
With that Björk shakes her head as she again rears, hooves aiming for his face. The sound its collusion makes almost sickens her. My darling child then looks at him without remorse as a chuckle leaves her lips. “Hm,” she murmurs reluctantly while she inhales the scent of blood, the perfume of the stained floor. “Goodbye brother, there can only be one.”

HERE LIES RAITO
Lust-child of Carnage and Vampyric.
Twin brother to Cullen, whose core remains but half his own.

He leaves three children yet no goodbyes.

r a i t o
( everlasting memories have lost its taste )