her house sinks down to death and her course leads to the shades,
The Stygian.
It had been what they had called her - she was the creator, the destroyer, she who would take their souls across the river Styx. She had been the Stygian and she had been endlessly hungry. She was hungry for flesh, for blood, for the sensation of power - it was... sensual, to be in such control and she missed it. Perhaps it had been the reason the task of dismantling Amissus Anima or whatever he was called had sounded so... delicious. Permission to completely and utterly destroy another was always appreciated even if such permission was so.. tentative. Dead or alive left options for many, but when it came to she, there was only one. She hardly cared for Ska nor the two creatures that had spawned the whelp, she merely cared for the destruction of a vowel breaker and named enemy. They were Demons and they had a code to uphold; though she seldom cared for youth, she cared for the principle. Besides, she remembered him from the meeting: obnoxious, decrepit and well passed his used by date. He was an enemy. Enemies were flayed, gutted and no sooner swallowed whole.
Let the games begin, was that not the saying?
One with the mist, she moved with stunning grace, her lithe form a silent shadow across the landscape of Iromar. Well versed paws moved over the solid terrain, navigating around the marshes - she had found his scent upon the borders, a curiosity considering it made him not only an enemy but also a trespasser. The discover had made her smile, a wicked thing upon her face as she moved after the scents. He had the young female, that she could tell, and she was baffled by his insolence - he had returned to his den, further confirming the fact that his mind must have been as aged as his body. Knowledgeable of the landscape, she had widened her trajectory, unsure as to where exactly the male was at that point though certain he remained in her trap. If her scent blew to him then so be it - he was surrounded by her musk, trapped by the smell of excitement that radiated from her. She could feel her muscles beneath her fur twitch and tighten in excitement, her tongue lolling out as she began to tighten her circle - around and around, never ending, eyes constantly searching for the mass that would be the male.
And then - there. A dark form close to the earth, the mist swirling around him like a spider's web. The moment he had been sighted, she moved with the same predatory silence so that she may approach from behind - she held her breath, her lips taut and eyes wide as she zoned in on her target. If others were to come, they would be summoned by the sound of his flesh ripping, the strangled cry he would make as she tasted him. She was in her prime - all one hundred and forty pounds of brawn and swiftness, her mind a calculating, cold creature. She had seen the smaller form pressed towards him, but at that point, she was mostly unconcerned. If the girl was smart, she would take off in the seconds of distraction Lillith would offer - it was folly to think of an ill-bred mutt being so smart, though. Regardless, she was pack and though her apathy was apparent, she took note of the girl's position and adjusted accordingly.
As she moved behind the male, some yards from him, she lined herself up - in one sudden burst of speed and acceleration, she shot forward, breaking her cover. It took her but only a few strides before she was at his door - bang, bang, bang - her jaws agape and eyes ravenous. She would not leap, would not waste her time nor energy, and instead aimed to place stand atop him, legs straddled and jaws fast seeking the top of his skull or back of his head. If she gained either or any part of his flesh, would be merciless, her jaws tearing and shredding with rapid, vicious bites. She aimed to maim, to break and pull away skin , her body pressing down just enough to hopefully secure him beneath her. She would be relentless, continuing her assault until he rolled over or managed to squirm away but even then it would not cease. If his jaws made a move towards Ska, hers would follow suit in an effort to snap and shred apart his muzzle and if she squirmed from beneath her, she would continue forward with him - he would die this day, she was sure.
all who go to her cannot return and find again the paths of life |
