11-06-2017, 09:13 PM
Gunsynd
(last night i got high
as your expectations)
So she was finished conversing, was she? That suited him just fine. He had never been the diplomatic type. One last smile at her receding form and her attempt at disdain and then -
A crack of the atmosphere not unlike that of lightning and his false boyish form vanishes completely.
This is how he felt freedom… when his most basic parts were one with the world around him. It had taken him ages to master his craft, to become utterly aware of each and every one of his cells, atoms, particles. He had to distinguish one from another in order to let them fly apart and come back together on his command. It was an art that had destroyed him and recreated him several times throughout his existence, but it was such a part of him now he was unsure of how he had ever really been himself without it.
While his molecules are ranging free, he moves only a handful into the young female’s body where they settle, one in her stomach, one in each lung, and one in each ear. He then begins to play. The part of him in her stomach grows larger and larger, a hard and cold stone that weighs down her innards. Simultaneously he vibrates his cells near her eardrums so that all she can hear is a thunderous roar, and creates a near-freezing mist in her lungs, forcing her breath to expel small puffs of icy vapor despite the mild temperature that surrounds her.
The parts that make up his face float incorporeally before her eyes, though he has become black as shadow once more and has made his eyes a green reptilian affair. His tongue (now vipercated and black) reaches out to her and enters her ear, flicking the sensitive hairs within. The deafening roar ceases momentarily while he whispers “If you scream, I might come for you.” He lets out a terrible laugh and moves the parts that have been in her ears to the muscles of her jaw where they shoot out intermittent electrical impulses that cause her jaw to clench and unclench rapidly. He becomes disembodied once more and uses his skills to cause swathes of her pelt to become incredibly hot and others almost frostbitten. The mist in her lungs becomes almost a solid, making each breath difficult and painful. It begins to move up through her airways, causing a suffocating sensation while allowing just enough oxygen to pass through to keep her alive. Eventually he allows this to be let loose, leaving her coughing and sputtering and gasping for breath through the clenching of her jaw. The two particles become themselves once more and join the rest of him in his game.
The stone in her stomach grows larger, causing her muscles to spasm and contract against it. In an instant, the stone transforms into a liquid and forces its way up through her esophagus and out of her nostrils and chattering jaws. He removes himself from her entirely and it is over as quickly as it had begun. He had no sense of how long he has played with his toy, but he has tired of his game. All this fun has done nothing but fuel his desire to seek out more interesting prey. He reforms himself as she had first seen him and presses his lips against her neck, still hot from his power, before turning and setting off in the direction of the forest. “Scream for me sometime – I promise I won’t disappoint.” He calls over his shoulder on his way back to the shadows.
A crack of the atmosphere not unlike that of lightning and his false boyish form vanishes completely.
This is how he felt freedom… when his most basic parts were one with the world around him. It had taken him ages to master his craft, to become utterly aware of each and every one of his cells, atoms, particles. He had to distinguish one from another in order to let them fly apart and come back together on his command. It was an art that had destroyed him and recreated him several times throughout his existence, but it was such a part of him now he was unsure of how he had ever really been himself without it.
While his molecules are ranging free, he moves only a handful into the young female’s body where they settle, one in her stomach, one in each lung, and one in each ear. He then begins to play. The part of him in her stomach grows larger and larger, a hard and cold stone that weighs down her innards. Simultaneously he vibrates his cells near her eardrums so that all she can hear is a thunderous roar, and creates a near-freezing mist in her lungs, forcing her breath to expel small puffs of icy vapor despite the mild temperature that surrounds her.
The parts that make up his face float incorporeally before her eyes, though he has become black as shadow once more and has made his eyes a green reptilian affair. His tongue (now vipercated and black) reaches out to her and enters her ear, flicking the sensitive hairs within. The deafening roar ceases momentarily while he whispers “If you scream, I might come for you.” He lets out a terrible laugh and moves the parts that have been in her ears to the muscles of her jaw where they shoot out intermittent electrical impulses that cause her jaw to clench and unclench rapidly. He becomes disembodied once more and uses his skills to cause swathes of her pelt to become incredibly hot and others almost frostbitten. The mist in her lungs becomes almost a solid, making each breath difficult and painful. It begins to move up through her airways, causing a suffocating sensation while allowing just enough oxygen to pass through to keep her alive. Eventually he allows this to be let loose, leaving her coughing and sputtering and gasping for breath through the clenching of her jaw. The two particles become themselves once more and join the rest of him in his game.
The stone in her stomach grows larger, causing her muscles to spasm and contract against it. In an instant, the stone transforms into a liquid and forces its way up through her esophagus and out of her nostrils and chattering jaws. He removes himself from her entirely and it is over as quickly as it had begun. He had no sense of how long he has played with his toy, but he has tired of his game. All this fun has done nothing but fuel his desire to seek out more interesting prey. He reforms himself as she had first seen him and presses his lips against her neck, still hot from his power, before turning and setting off in the direction of the forest. “Scream for me sometime – I promise I won’t disappoint.” He calls over his shoulder on his way back to the shadows.
@[Rey]
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