Breathe. That itself seems so hard at times, battling all those demons in his head while at times merely relaxing while they wrecked havoc within. A sinister darkness that seems to split his veins, pumping pure ash and smoke into the heart that beats with every breath. It is growing, trying to keep pace with his changing body; occasionally revealing itself yet mostly laying so close to the surface of his flesh as if a parasite. Today was no different for as he lays within the tall grass it feels as if his flesh would shred at any moment and in it's place a true monster would be birthed. Yet he still holds onto his deceptive appearance. Blessed with a beauty that is a lie. He knows he is handsome, devours this information. It would help later on to draw others in, by then it would be too late to see what truly survived beneath looks.
The approach of another does not cause alarm, small ears twitching and seeking. The tug at his scruff as the earth below him is gone and he seems to float. A low growl, not yet mature seems to seep from his lips but that is the only act he gives the stranger that now has him. Instincts seem off, the desire to stop this is absent. As if he could care less on what was about the happen. Yet he cannot deny the slight warmth at his back, he had been alone for some time. By his own actions, rejecting the one that had created him, those he had be born with, though there is a small sense of loss of the male. It passes quickly, painlessly. As he gives into the female now dragging him to god knows where, wondering if she too would be a disappointment much like the other.
Despite the lulling technique her grip gives, teal eyes do not shut. Even though his instincts have yet to assert themselves he is still lingering on a need to survive. Instead he focuses on the passing sights around him, the way her breath tickles the hairs on his head. It is almost comforting, something he had never yet felt in the presence of another. It is not until a fleeting memory of the path they take seems to finally stir some life in the darkness that seemed to just be idling. He was going home, what was once her home. Lips soon quiver, shattering the innocent expression as he growls, saliva dripping from fangs. He does not want to be returned to her, the one whose womb he grew within. Feet soon kick and writhe, adolescent jaws snapping at the air. How dare this stranger return him, the blackness within demanding he rip himself from her grasp, even if it meant harming himself. As they pass the borders, he is nothing more than a possessed child dangling from her jowls. The tight pull she has on his neck feels like a noose. As his veins seem to spew and sputter the ash within, it is the trickle of a scent that seems to alleviate his rage. She was not her, it was not her scent that decorated the landscape.
Just like that, that shift in scent is all that is needed to prove him immobile once more. Yet not for long, for the tight grip on his neck soon gives and he is plopped upon the plains. For a moment he does not move, allowing himself to come to terms with just where he was. It is the words of the female that break his trance, as he moves to stand and shake, turning to allow teal eyes a proper look. As he lingers over her appearance, almost lazily and uncaring as a yawn takes his jaws and his voice is impaired by the act.
"So long as she is not here then I suppose I feel... good." The word seems off, what exactly did it mean to feel that?
"Why am I back?" He questions, yet there is really no true motive to know why, she seemed to think it so it is the only reason he voices this. All the while within, chaos is brewing; the darkness will soon spill from the monster within....
BALOR
they don't give a fuck about you, like i do