SiNDICATE
Sleep, Sleep, tender, mild,
Meaty, sweet & juicy child.
Sleep, Sleep: Sleep a sleep
Soft as is an infant sheep.
Sweet Babe, restful Lump,
Rest thy limbs & belly plump,
My auds are met with silence, a new silence. The kind of silence that comes right before death pops out to scare you. The kind of silence that makes my fibrous coat stand on end. Someone is watching me from the shadows of this pit. Oh how I do love a good game of cat and mouse. I cease my footsteps and stare into the black before me. My oversized body remains motionless as my ears flick and turn, listening. Waiting. Come on little lamb. Ah, there the little darling is. ”Who are you.” She is behind me, a sneaky little snake of a wolfie. A deadly grin passes along my letherbound lips as I turn to face the direction from which her voice came. A snarl threatens to rumble through my chest though I simmer it's fire. She thinks she is clever, walking up behind a beast and speaking from the shadows. For many, it may have thrown them off. Scared them even. I however have no fears. Yes, really. None. Don't give me that judgemental look, there is nothing in this world to fear once you accept all aspects of life and it's imminent end. Realize this and you may live freely.
Who do you want me to be?
My teal eyes nearly glow in the obsidian darkness as they wait for a glimpse of the snarky fae. At last a far away flash of lightning reveals her smaller form and I, in turn, reveal my ivory knives. I lower my haunches to the damp, cold stone floor of the cave as I watch and listen. My long plume twitches in anticipation and boredom. Do I want to eat this little fae, or do I want to play with her. But Sindicate, are you completely incapable of simple, civil conversation? Well, since you ask, no. But that tends to be very boring wouldn't you agree? Bored before she even has a chance to answer my weighted question I decide to properly introduce myself.
"Some would call me a nightmare, others a demon, most a monster. Quite frankly I like to think I'm a genius perhaps even an unsung hero. But, if you must call me something, I am Sindicate. I mean you no.... harm. And you, little lamb, who are you?"
Shut up, I don't eat everyone. I don't hurt everyone either, nor fight, etc. As I said, I am in fact capable of simple and civil. Otherwise I would be unethical, a cold blooded, mindless killer. Come now, I'm much better than that. For now, I truly don't mean her any... intentional... premeditated harm. Whatever happens, happens though.
You know, just because a wolf eats his own kind, has no fear, and kills without limits, it doesn't mean he is cruel... or evil. These things don't always have to be bad. No, these are perfectly normal, acceptable actions. I really don't see why so many look to me in fear or as though I am insane. I know who I am and precisely what I am doing, I am completely lucid in all of my actions. Now that, that is not what a psycho is.
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Jellied arms & legs & butt:
Every tender, juicy cut.
Savory, salted thou shalt be,
Season'd most deliciously.
Sleep, Sleep: Disease will both
Spoil thy meat & spoil the broth.
Titan || Nanakian || Adult || 528 words
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