So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
It was madness that drove him to take her into his homeland. Madness that drove him through the stinging slap of rain against the earth. Madness that lit up his eerie silver eyes as lightning arcs across the sky in a glorious pattern. Yet it was a madness that he holds close to his heart, trusting in the judgement of his body as it guides him along with her behind him. She is foolish to follow but maybe he is foolish to bring her. Who knows? The only thing he did know was he felt a sudden burning in the very marrow of his bones that demanded she remain with him, his own sort of rainbow in the darkness. Soon even that rainbow would be extinguished for in his minds eye he can see it - the way the darkness will unfurl across her pelt and darken those lovely eyes, the way the shadow will move through her and consume her very soul. His god approves. He moves within Underidge with a lazy sort of awareness, purring in delight at the scene that will unfold.
Her teeth flash in the lightning, a warning to him, but Underidge will not be stopped. No amount of fighting can stop him save death and he was fairly certain that she would not conquer him even if she could. There was just something there that holds her back, stops her from rampaging like him. She was stuck in the light and he must force her into the dark.
He can see it, the moment she decides to try and make a break for it. The way her body stretches out and his own lanky one following suit, muscles rippling beneath his shimmering pelt as he follows her and guides her with his body and his teeth. He is immovable and she will not get away. He will drive her into the sea before she escapes his plans. What a waste that would be, though, to watch the waves come up and jerk her away from him. When she slips he grins. Shoving and pushing her guides her, noting the way her tail sticks between her legs and the way the air feels heavy around them with her burgeoning panic and her tiring muscles.
She is his.
She balks at the entrance of his den and Underidge, now impatient with his success so close, pushes his chest into her hips and thrusts her in. The race and the storm have done for him what would have otherwise taken many hours to do by himself. It has tired her. She does not move to escape, simply turns and stares at him and lies there on his dirty floor obediently. This soothes him and he steps inside now so that the water no longer hits his haunches. But Underidge is careful, so very careful, and he sits only as far in as the rain will not touch and so that she will not try to gather her strength. She must learn now that there was no chance for escape. That she belonged here and to him.
"I have what I want now. You might as well rest, Paravana," he says in a silky voice that brooks no argument. The kind of voice that demands, that rises above the rest. The kind of voice that he does not often use.
"The Shade will wish to begin your training tomorrow." And he grins at her, that self-satisfied grin of one who has triumphed.
UNDERIDGE
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