A single crimson leaf breaks from a limb, its descent unperturbed by a stray breeze as it floats lazily downward. She watches as it cascades in front of her yellow, placid stare, unbothered as it comes to rest upon the vibrant bodies of its previously fallen comrades. A soft sigh drops from her lips as a delicate hoof treads heavily upon the red body, making her way towards who knows where. Somewhere, anywhere. Children's laughter rings nearby, but she ignores it; she has no interest in children of her own age.
Then there’s a different scuttling sound coming from somewhere closer, and it’s enough to cause her to stop, though her head turns with a look of sheer boredom. A bush rustles it’s plum leaves and she responds by sending a slender, stygian tendril slithering rhythmically towards it’s trunk. It passes under the foliage silently before startled chittering is heard and the rustling turns wilder. Another sigh works its way from her lips as she retracts the shadow tendril back from the bush, clutching the tail of a startled squirrel in its inky grasp. For now the squirrels tawny body remains attached to its bushy appendage. As it thrashes to get away from the girl’s shadowed silhouette, she draws it closer. It’s so close now she can smell it’s woodsy musk and see the gleam of light mirrored in it’s frenzied eyes. And she releases it. Clearly the creature is shocked enough to remain briefly startled before it collects its wits and tries to scramble away, though it loses traction upon the slipping leaves. At last it gains ground and dives back to its bush, where the shadow tendril lies in wait once more. Another startled chirp is heard as it’s dragged to her once more, repeating the cycle again and again, much to the woodland creature’s chagrin. A newfound take on a game of cat and mouse.
Mother’s words ring in her head, urging her to practice her skills of body and mind. Explore the art of torture, sweetling. Learn the game, play the game, master the game. My Sibella, outright killing would be too simple for you. The stygian girl sighs yet again, counting how many times it would take before the creature would give up. Catch, release, 5. Catch, release, 6. Catch, release, 7.
@[Modicum Mortem] wanted to introduce you to pony Wednesday Addams aka Jack's adopted baby
Then there’s a different scuttling sound coming from somewhere closer, and it’s enough to cause her to stop, though her head turns with a look of sheer boredom. A bush rustles it’s plum leaves and she responds by sending a slender, stygian tendril slithering rhythmically towards it’s trunk. It passes under the foliage silently before startled chittering is heard and the rustling turns wilder. Another sigh works its way from her lips as she retracts the shadow tendril back from the bush, clutching the tail of a startled squirrel in its inky grasp. For now the squirrels tawny body remains attached to its bushy appendage. As it thrashes to get away from the girl’s shadowed silhouette, she draws it closer. It’s so close now she can smell it’s woodsy musk and see the gleam of light mirrored in it’s frenzied eyes. And she releases it. Clearly the creature is shocked enough to remain briefly startled before it collects its wits and tries to scramble away, though it loses traction upon the slipping leaves. At last it gains ground and dives back to its bush, where the shadow tendril lies in wait once more. Another startled chirp is heard as it’s dragged to her once more, repeating the cycle again and again, much to the woodland creature’s chagrin. A newfound take on a game of cat and mouse.
Mother’s words ring in her head, urging her to practice her skills of body and mind. Explore the art of torture, sweetling. Learn the game, play the game, master the game. My Sibella, outright killing would be too simple for you. The stygian girl sighs yet again, counting how many times it would take before the creature would give up. Catch, release, 5. Catch, release, 6. Catch, release, 7.
@[Modicum Mortem] wanted to introduce you to pony Wednesday Addams aka Jack's adopted baby