07-30-2016, 07:53 PM
Pray
There's a sad and lonely comfort
They were made. Made and shaped and crafted to be the most perfect of creatures. Except everything had gone wrong. Fate had proved a cruel and fickle mistress. The prefect sisters are both wonderful and terrible in their imperfections. Little more than things. Wonderful and terrible and fearful things.
Perhaps, were it not for the unfortunate nature of their deformity, they might even have been beautiful.
But still, they are meant to be here, regardless of appearance, and so here they are. That had been the agreement after all. Even if their father had disappeared, vanishing into the winds of time and space, taking to the other lands - lands not of Beqanna.
But they are young yet. They do not know, nor do they particularly care. They only know that they have been sent here. Here, to a forest of endless pines enclosed by mountains. They linger upon the edges, walking in their peculiar way (they are peculiar creatures, and everything they do is certain to be strange).
Oh, it’s so lovely here.
Hush!
But they know we’re coming! What does it matter if we’re heard.
Oh, I don’t care if they hear you. You’re voice grates.
Their bickering can no doubt be heard far and wide. Were one close enough, they might even see the way one sister snaps her teeth along the others neck, scraping away gray hair to reveal black skin beneath. Were one to look closely, the might also notice a plethora of such marks upon both sister’s necks and shoulders.
It seems, when one must always live in close proximity to the other, it can be difficult to get along.
Perhaps, were it not for the unfortunate nature of their deformity, they might even have been beautiful.
But still, they are meant to be here, regardless of appearance, and so here they are. That had been the agreement after all. Even if their father had disappeared, vanishing into the winds of time and space, taking to the other lands - lands not of Beqanna.
But they are young yet. They do not know, nor do they particularly care. They only know that they have been sent here. Here, to a forest of endless pines enclosed by mountains. They linger upon the edges, walking in their peculiar way (they are peculiar creatures, and everything they do is certain to be strange).
Oh, it’s so lovely here.
Hush!
But they know we’re coming! What does it matter if we’re heard.
Oh, I don’t care if they hear you. You’re voice grates.
Their bickering can no doubt be heard far and wide. Were one close enough, they might even see the way one sister snaps her teeth along the others neck, scraping away gray hair to reveal black skin beneath. Were one to look closely, the might also notice a plethora of such marks upon both sister’s necks and shoulders.
It seems, when one must always live in close proximity to the other, it can be difficult to get along.
in the hollow of your eyes
Prey
