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,
Her snappy retort is both boring and quite frankly rude. She asked me who I was, all I did was.. politely and honestly... answer her. And, for the record, before you go running your mouth too. A genius will always flaunt his position and, I said unsung hero, not true hero, there's a difference. Of course I have to announce such normally obvious things to the world. It's not my fault they are all batshit bonkers nowadays. Not like any of them will see the hero I truly am, ridding this world one by one of the weak links. But fine little lamb, so be it.
"....A nightmare it is then...."
I lower my voice dangerously and hiss the reply into the darkness. Such a snarky little bitch this little lamb is. That's fine by me, she can continue to think herself tough for now. I'm not one to judge so quickly, the only thing that matters in this world is whether you are amongst the strong and worthy, or the weak and, well, edible. Considering the fucking typhoon beyond this cave's entrance I have time to play along and find out which one this.... Myrria, is. I do have to say I'm mildly disappointed by her simple retort. I let a low chuckle rumble in my chest as I cock my oversized skull the the side in bemusement. Another flash of lightning illuminates the caves, reflecting off my inhuman teal orbs and making it so I can better make out her own features.
"I don't care much for your name little lamb, I want to know who you are. With such snarky remarks and confident demeanor you must be someone important."
The words leave my leather-bound lips heavy with taunting sarcasm. I smirk, showing my teeth again as my eyes try to stay on her shadow. The damp, humid atmosphere of the caves cause her scent to assault my nares and my stomach grumbles fervently in response. Perhaps I should simply turn this into snack time to wait out the weather. The sassy ones always have a fun little sour taste to them, tougher skin, more like a pig than a lamb. Oohh dear the simple thought gives me happy chills. I shake my head and upper body in excitement at the visual I created in my head before standing once more.
"If you are so calm and have such few words to offer me then why do you still stand so far away hiding in the darkness? Won't you come out and play with me?"
With the second question I again lower my voice, dropping my playful, slightly more innocent tone for my much more serious, much deeper default. If she wishes to continue being difficult then I need to decide if I want to eat her or simply bugger off and be done with her. I have no patience for childish games or feigned bravery brought on by a rough past as so many wolves like to acquire. No, I'm not in the mood. My coat is wet and I'm still fucking hungry.
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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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