08-23-2017, 08:33 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
She is one with the shadows like he is one with the river, it is as natural as they can possibly be, intertwined within the ravenous and hungry mouth of darkness and of raging water.
He has attracted her – a first for the young stallion. Normally, it is the other way around.
The scowl still plainly curls on the pale pearlescent color of his lips, eyes darkening beneath a hooded brow as she steps closer. He does not move, does not say a word, as she strides so confidently and fluidly towards him, her mottled coat brightening as she steps out from the musty darkness of the tall trees behind her. He allows her to come closer, to glide before him with ease. Her laugh – somehow lyrical and unnerving all in one breath – only receives a sharp snort in response from him.
He watches her, curious as always. She smiles but it is empty, merely a response that is robotic and rehearsed, just like her laugh had been. Her eyes, empty and soulless and unfeeling, trace him hungrily as if he is the one to be devoured.
No, no, silly girl.
Her voice, sultry and lilting as it erupts from her throat, makes his lips curl in distaste, as if bile had risen from his stomach. No sooner had her statement finished was there is a ring of water around her neck, having been spun from the river before them, in a blink of an eye. It clasps tightly behind her jaw and presses forcefully into her trachea. The snarl is no longer on his face and is now replaced with a blank stare, the only sign of emotion being the soft and inevitable twitch of his upper lip.
“Quiet.”
His voice is strangely still and precise, but grating and rough against the sound of what had just been her own.
He did not know who she was, he did not care. He cannot stop staring into her bottomless mismatched eyes, dark and roving and mad beneath his grip. His teeth clench, the muscle in his jaw jumping wildly beneath the dark evergreen and lavender of his skin.
He wanted to gouge out her eyes just so their abysmal depths would no longer stare into his own.
He has attracted her – a first for the young stallion. Normally, it is the other way around.
The scowl still plainly curls on the pale pearlescent color of his lips, eyes darkening beneath a hooded brow as she steps closer. He does not move, does not say a word, as she strides so confidently and fluidly towards him, her mottled coat brightening as she steps out from the musty darkness of the tall trees behind her. He allows her to come closer, to glide before him with ease. Her laugh – somehow lyrical and unnerving all in one breath – only receives a sharp snort in response from him.
He watches her, curious as always. She smiles but it is empty, merely a response that is robotic and rehearsed, just like her laugh had been. Her eyes, empty and soulless and unfeeling, trace him hungrily as if he is the one to be devoured.
No, no, silly girl.
Her voice, sultry and lilting as it erupts from her throat, makes his lips curl in distaste, as if bile had risen from his stomach. No sooner had her statement finished was there is a ring of water around her neck, having been spun from the river before them, in a blink of an eye. It clasps tightly behind her jaw and presses forcefully into her trachea. The snarl is no longer on his face and is now replaced with a blank stare, the only sign of emotion being the soft and inevitable twitch of his upper lip.
“Quiet.”
His voice is strangely still and precise, but grating and rough against the sound of what had just been her own.
He did not know who she was, he did not care. He cannot stop staring into her bottomless mismatched eyes, dark and roving and mad beneath his grip. His teeth clench, the muscle in his jaw jumping wildly beneath the dark evergreen and lavender of his skin.
He wanted to gouge out her eyes just so their abysmal depths would no longer stare into his own.
m a u g r i m.
@[Thana]