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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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IP: 120.149.119.230
Posted on November 23, 2014 at 06:22:09 AM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
Smaller than I and yet, that smallness serves a purpose most annoying in these moments. She is slighter and able to swing below me much too easily, barely giving me time to enjoy the fruits of my actions. Perhaps I did not receive the metallic taste of blood as a reward and yet, the impact is good enough. For a moment, there is a flash of warmth and writhing before me and that shall do for now. I'm sure I will have plenty more time to attain the other. Is this what Anselm does? What would mother think, I wonder? Society draws a line but how wide is that line? It is not as if this girl is resisting. She taunts me - she knows her intentions. Then again, with how twisted Moladion was, I am sure they would congratulate me for damaging a wolf that reeked of the bogs. What a sick world this place is, no?
Whatever her intentions are exactly, they do not take long to manifest themselves. She dives for me. It is a jarring movement to shove my weight backwards and I feel the heat of her breath on my chest as I avoid those teeth once more. Fast and persistent. It is a combination I have not experienced before. She moves fast and I remain in place, merely observing her as she twists back towards the shadows in which she had crawled from. I choose to observe her in those moments. It seems she is familiar with the darkness that the abyss offers whereas I am not - she seems to know this. However, it would be seen as weakness if I were to avoid the shadows like a diseased fawn. Weakness is an abhorrent state and the mere idea of it brings a gurgling growl to my lips, my disdain for such a condition churning in my gut.
"Afraid of the light?"
I allow the question to drawl out between us as I take a slow step towards her little cavern, testing the waters once more. Though her intentions may be to retreat into there, I am unsure as to whether or not she is doing so in fight or flight. For now, we will exist on this tense plane as I retain a healthy distance. If she has tried for me twice, she will try three times. However, I shan't find myself being pulled into her domain regardless. Until I am certain of her mindset, she will not gain any ground on me.
"Or running away?"
Slowly, I raise a brow, pacing a short distance so that I am more in the open this time. The faint light touches me again. For a moment, I contemplate rushing for her and pushing her back into her dark little crevice but... where is the fun in that? She seemed so eager to speak before of how I should ask prey to die and yet, now she is all silence and speed. Is she quietly afraid? The corner of my lip peels back into a sinister smirk, the tips of my teeth glistening against the black of my lip. This is a slow game, perhaps, but we are slowly working out where one another stands. As far as I am concerned, this game will end when I can drag her out of those shadows for good - or chase her so deep into them that she cannot find her way. Perhaps she will impress me still.