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Posted on February 19, 2014 at 02:27:21 AM by Lucian
The vixen's slanted eyes stare up at me unseeing, her slitted pupils full of a deep burning hatred even long after her Soul has vacated it's fleshy prison. Something about her sharp, carnal gaze reminds me of another set of deadly eyes. The eyes of my Beloved Atreyu, cunning and saucy and full of a dark Carnal desire that could burn me up from the inside out almost instantaneously. She had been my Salvation, the Creature to pull me back from the brink of Oblivion when my mind had fogged over in an insatiable rage over the loss of my Imprint, Fatality. How I coveted and cherished her so... And my Fatality before her, my first genuine Imprint and the culmination of everything I had ever desired. I'd lived in a Monochrome, emotionless world until she stepped into it. My color-blind vision had suddenly exploded into a rainbow of overwhelming hues. My machine-like instincts had suddenly flooded with sensations and feelings that had been entirely alien to my Being until that pivotal moment. I'd never met a woman since, that could best me in Bloodlust as well as ruthlessness. She had lived for Carnage and ultimately it had become her undoing. She was an Untameable Banshee. My Ultimate Dream, and I had relished her every inch and curve as if she were a Goddess. When she left, when our connection broke and I believed her Dead, I'd thought I would go insane with my Grief. And in the very next instant, on a cold rainy day at the lake, Fate had cruelly stricken me with yet another Imprint. This one, already the Mate of my arch rival Heyel. His Crimson and Sugar-spun bride, Zeivah had practically pummeled me into the dirt that day, and took the half of my Soul when she left like a thief in the Night. She had wanted me, I think... or at least some part of her did for I could see it in her eyes. And I had run from her as if she'd been the plague. I did everything in my power to put space between us, to keep the Connection at bay. sometimes I wonder if I did wrong by her, but it was a star-crossed match from the very get-go. Perhaps it had been my only chance at redemption, that I had saved her Life in the Cataclysm. I had saved her, because my Atreyu was already gone and so was Fatality, and she was the only one who's Fate I could play a part in and perhaps change- perhaps Save. These days I wondered if it ate Heyel up inside. These days I can see how I could have turned the situation to my advantage and cleaved the Angel King from the inside out and laughed as I watched his Kingdom and his heart crumble before his very eyes. But back then I had known what it would do to Zeivah if I'd done anything to hurt her mate. And that Damnable bond prevented me from doing anything that would Damage my Imprint. Now I harbor the three of them someplace deep in my Marrow. Without them, I strove for nothing, was Want for Nothing. There was nothing left in this world that held some luster. I needed no Crown, thirsted for no Power. I wanted to surround myself in Darkness and become it. Become intangible, a Wraith who ghosts the darkest corners of Moladian, taking what I wanted and killing as I pleased. The killing staves emotions. Sedates some of my inner Demon's ire. Over the years I've realized that the world has become washed out, colors no so far faded they barely register in my retinas. Everything was becoming grey-scale again. I can still recall the ghosts of emotions, I can remember how it feels to Yearn, or to Hate, or to Love. But they are like Shadows in my memory. Becoming more and more flimsy with each passing season. I was reverting back to my Natural state of Being. What I had always been meant to be. A Heartless, Soulless, Emotionless Beast. A Tool of Destruction, a harbinger of Corruption. And so it is, that when the stark figure in gilded filagre comes upon me with her catty words, that I do not hesitate to lash out. My toy left forgotten in the snow beneath my paws as instinct flares within and the Demon rears to the forefront of my mind. I whip around with a surprising agility, serpentinely spinning with a fierce swiftness that betrayed none of my long years. I launch at the source of the intrusion, catapulting at her with the intention of slamming her into the snow and pinning her there beneath the monolithic pillars of my forelegs. Fangs would snap, spitting saliva and bits of bloody viscera, within scant centimeters of her pretty face, a deep draconic purr slithering up my larynx as automaton eyes bore into her. "Well allow me the chance to Correct that First Impression..." I hissed in a deep graveled voice that still somehow managed to maintain a rich consistency that burns down the gullet like a fine scotch. Wild mane billows about my shoulders like pewter flames from Hell, a Serial Killer Smile cutting across my lips, a dark sinuous temptation I simply could not help but indulge in. "As big as your mouth is, Trinket, I'd still be impressed if you could fit something so... Massive inside. But I'd be happy to test that theory if you insist...." The innuendo is hardly veiled, her words twisted against her with a masochistic eroticism. If she wanted me, she was about to find out she'd bitten off more then she could chew. |
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- NO SALVATION. - By stella February 21, 2014 at 07:07:41 PM
Maybe I'm a Different Breed - By Lucian February 25, 2014 at 01:27:24 AM
NO SALVATION. - By stella March 10, 2014 at 11:12:06 PM
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