BLOOD skies are what make up the sunset of this day, a dramatic ending to an eventful day. There is a silence within the air, a heavy ache of tension as the lives of many seem to simply disappear with the coming of night. Different nightlife would soon come into action, pushing back the dwellers of the day into their safe havens for the long hours of darkness. Soon all will be dead to the world until the morning sun peeks over the hills and fills the world with life yet again. In this dreaded moment of change from light to dark, all goes silent. The crimson and pink hues from above streak over the rocky terrain, filling it with a strange sense of beauty. Water leaks from the tight constricts of the stones, falling into small ponds that reflect the colors of the sky. From within the depths of a darker side of the crags resides the tormented being that can still smell her toxic aroma.
HIS whole body is on fire, though none would know for his scarred face is a mask of pure strength and indifference. Invisible flames lick upon his charcoal form, taunting him whilst carrying her distinct scent. He is sick, sick to his stomach at the feelings that have grown within his being. They do not reach his heart though for such a filth is incapable of something such as love. No, this, this feeling is something so much more sinister. He feels trapped, bound and captured by a wicked dame and it disgusts him. Mind travels to the pictured form of Nezera, a beauty that too held such a trance over him. He had free will with her though, had chosen her and lain with her. She was the mother of Scourge and the only one who had even come close to claiming him for his own. Aithne too, held a sacred place within the beast, one that was now open for business. She was an ally and yet a true enemy and the beast would never see her again if it was his choice. Sariel, the blind girl from the forest with a wicked sense of humor, well she was something else entirely.
THIS though, this enchantress had a grasp of his insides, heart burning with restriction as pain shoots through his chest. Ears flick back upon a thick skull giving the only sign of discomfort from the old soldier. She had run from him and for once in his life Malikye had not given chase. They could only run for so long before the idea of him enticed them back to him. There was something enchanting about the cannibal that had females drooling, begging for more. It only made sense that she woulddraw to him eventually given the tug that pulled at his soul. He had begun to ache as soon as she was out of his sight but even now, he finds himself drawing away, burying himself deeper into the sickening recesses of his mind. He had gone into a rampage the rest of the time, killing anything that dare walk in front of his path in order to feel some sort of sanity. Within the pools of the Susil Crags, the murderer had bathed; cleansing himself of the blood of others for it was so ill satisfying that he cared not for the leftovers.
THEN it hits him, her sickening aroma floods his nerves and he finds himself lifting an upper kisser in a devilishly handsome sneer. The monster rises from his slumber, coming to stand on those muscular pillars as cool blues look out at the fading sunset. Shadows seem to morph into his pelt, drawing into his flesh and creating a darker appearance to him. He moves forward with all the grace and power of a king though he ruled no worldly dominion. The earth seemed to bend away from those long talons as he moves out into the world. Void crystals slowly scan the area, face calm as stone though his insides are on fire. He spots her across the rocky terrain even as the sunset seems to diminish. “I know you are close, beast,” her high lyrics pierce his ears and he snarls in reply from behind her, simply watching her as the hairs upon his flesh tingle at the sight of her. Saliva pools within his powerful jaws and he flicks those flattened ears forward.
“CLOSER than you think, girl.” His baritones are husky with a strange new desire as he lets them slide from his clean maw and towards her. The sun sets, causing the world to fall into a sudden darkness and as if the lights have dimmed in the theatre, the audience silences as the show begins. “I knew you would come.”
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