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Posted on September 2, 2017 at 02:59:42 AM by Fenyang
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Her approving words made his ears twitch with a sense of pride that he could make her think him wise. So even though he couldn't outright say that he was a fan of the dead and decaying that she seemed to find some sort of pleasure in, at least he could still draw her interest forward by being honest and yet bringing it back to how things were, not how he thought she might want them to be. He didn't react any further to the short words, not wanting her to think him just a child vying for approval. She spoke of power and hunger and how they're the same and his ears twitched again, his eyes shining with curiosity. How could this be? He knew one could be hungry for things such as power, was she speaking of this? If one was powerful though, how could they still be hungry? Was she trying to say that even with power, you won't be satisfied? You'll always be hungry for more? Maybe he was thinking too deep into it. He blinked at her and leaned forward a little, hungry for more information. She had to know how to explain it better, how to give him more to work with. Then she told him to look into the skull's eyes, even as she caressed them lovingly. She wanted him to see something in those concave surfaces, something other than the back of its own skull. She wanted him to clear his mind. He glanced again at the skull with a sense of foreboding, but he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, trying to focus on something other than his own racing heart as he opened his eyes and glanced back at her, giving her a small nod. "Okay." He said in acknowledgement before slowly moving toward the skull. He watched her reactions out of the corner of his vision the whole time, wanting to make sure she wouldn't go back on her word and suddenly lunge for his throat or something for approaching her skull. He wanted to be sure this is what she wanted. But she seemed patient and relaxed, as if expecting him fully to see something in the skull. He could sense her presence the closer he got, as if she was breathing him in, growing familiar with him. He knew he should probably be creeped out by that but strangely he only felt more relaxed around her, at least for now. He tried again to clear his mind as he got closer to the skull. He knew it wouldn't be easy. He was easily distracted, after all. He closed his eyes once more as he stopped before the skull. When he re-opened them, he tried to concentrate on the skull. At first he saw nothing more than one should see when looking at a skull. But then he focused in more on the actual eye sockets. They weren't perfectly rounded but were jagged and chipped. Either nature wasn't kind to this skull as it decayed or the animal it belonged to lived a hard life and had scars to show for it. Taking another deep breath, he once more fought to clear his mind. And then in the corners of his vision, he started seeing tiny black spots. He fought the urge to blink, afraid that it would make the vision go away. He strained to keep his eyes open and could feel them start to water after a while but the black spots were converging toward the center of his vision now and with less straining, he felt that he could concentrate more on them and not think about blinking anymore. It was like he was in a trance and blinking was no longer necessary. As the spots grew larger, he could see other colors in the background. Yellows and bright reds and more shades of black. He didn't even know there were other shades of black but somehow there were other dark colors that felt just as cold and empty and yet he couldn't truly call them black. Then the spots started to clear. Slowly they started pulling away to the edges of his vision again but it was like they were being chased. By what? His curiosity had him straining once more, squinting even as he tried to look into the distance, for it wasn't something he could see in his foresight. Suddenly there was a long tunnel of darkness before him and at the end...something moved in the shadows. He couldn't make out a singular shape. It was like the shadows themselves were moving, swaying and dancing, but coming slowly toward him all the same. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck go up in sudden alarm. He didn't know why but the icy fingers of fear was working its way up his throat along with some vomit because he was altogether disgusted and scared stiff of whatever was working its way through the tunnel toward him. The shadows were moving faster now, almost racing to get to him and he gasped without thinking, lurching back suddenly just as the shadows leaped out to grab him. When he moved, he was altogether thrown from the vision, stumbling back until he fell straight on his ass. He was breathing heavily now, panting as his sides heaved for breath. It was like he ran a marathon. But he blinked his dry eyes continuously before turning their frightened gaze to the female. "What was that thing? What does it mean?" He was sure somehow that she must know. Fenyang male.1 year old.28in, 89#.born to AnkhXViserys.sibling to Xerxes&Tikal.bound to none.mated to none.father to none.Asteraia Picture by 88grzes@Deviantart |
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