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Posted on January 21, 2015 at 01:49:02 AM by underidge
Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be. In time all foul things come forth. It was to be expected that Sarabi would also leave her mark upon him, her teeth more gentle than his had been and a drop of her blood rolls down his tooth and is swallowed up by an eager tongue. She tastes sweet and dark; she tastes like Sarabi. Inside his stomach clenches and he almost growls into her cheek, so overcome by the sudden nearness of her once more. Underidge has always been part of his sister. It was strange that they had not been born twins for their ties were that of twins, both eager in the presence of the other, both tempering the others personality. As his rumbling baritones meet her ears Sarabi ducks her maw and presses into his neck in the same manner she has always down. And Underidge presses his neck more firmly against her face while looking out over her shoulder, his silver eyes hard and glittering like diamonds. There is a fierceness there that despite the moving malignant thing inside of him cannot be overcome. Never would he let another harm Sarabi. Although she is his sister she has part of his soul in her and they were tied from birth, a bond immortal, a bond that did not compare to that of the heart and of romantic love. "I have gone to the pits of darkness, sister, and I have returned. All that is left for me is here now with you," he rumbles, his voice husky with a growl. Finally she pulls back and seats herself and he follows suit, their eerie eyes staring into each other. His lips pull back quite suddenly in a silent snarl as she accuses him, however gently or silently, of leaving her to seek out Enderly. "I do not need him and neither do you. There is much in this world I had to commune with. The shadows and the fog.. they call to me sister, and I had to answer. I am me now, and I am more. Can you not sense it inside of me?" And here his eyes flash, a blackness that comes and goes so quickly one might miss it. "Have you been with Banshee and Attu this whole time?" Now his own voice is almost accusatory, as if she should have been searching for him the whole time even if he was not there. He does not call Banshee mother because in his mind Underidge has no mother, has no father, has only Sarabi. Yet his curiosity, it piques, and he wonders what has become of the female who birthed them. two - male - |