01-17-2020, 01:15 AM
SabbatH
i'll let you play the role. i'll be your animal.
Sleep is a rare bird, these days, and so she finds herself wandering the blackest depths of night. Her eyes glimmer with the moon’s reflection as she quietly follows her daughter from afar. Sabbath admires her beauty, the perfect curve of her jaw and sweet look in her eyes. She has hunted since Gospel was hardly even a thought in her sister’s mind, learned what it meant to taste weakness bleeding across her tongue and prayed at the altar of malevolence. The chase has been her temple since her birth.
But today her god turns its eyes from her as Gospel appears from the shadows. Slowly, Sabbath lifts her head as the scene plays out in slow motion for her. Will you fight? She leaves her hiding place far behind the girls as she rushes forward, her long strides carrying her swiftly and just in time to watch her firstborn fall dead on the ground. The rose gray woman lowers her head and presses a trembling kiss to Prayer’s cheek as she feels for a pulse.
“My baby, my sweet Prayer,” she begs in a quaking voice. But there is no reply.
Hadn’t it been enough, to not be loved in return? Hadn’t it been enough to watch Adna be the favorite again? Her tears spill hot down her cheeks when she finally lifts her head, fangs clenched tight as she looks to Gospel.
“I should have smothered you when I had the chance. I should have torn you from your mother and ripped your jaw from your face!” she snarls as she rushes forward, fangs bared and careless of the repercussions. She snaps her jaws for anything she can reach with sour venom flinging from her tongue. She rips upward and then lunges her head down with that shattered horn, frantic to gore her niece.
“You will die nameless!”
And what would her parents think, to see her trying to destroy her sister’s child? Would Grandfather laugh and urge her on while her mother wept and begged her to stop? Even as these thoughts come flooding in, they do nothing to deter her from trying to taste Gospel’s throat. If there is no room for Prayer in this world then she will tear the entire world apart and rebuild it for her. She will make room and the world will kneel at her child’s feet as it begs for mercy and forgiveness.
But it will find none.
But today her god turns its eyes from her as Gospel appears from the shadows. Slowly, Sabbath lifts her head as the scene plays out in slow motion for her. Will you fight? She leaves her hiding place far behind the girls as she rushes forward, her long strides carrying her swiftly and just in time to watch her firstborn fall dead on the ground. The rose gray woman lowers her head and presses a trembling kiss to Prayer’s cheek as she feels for a pulse.
“My baby, my sweet Prayer,” she begs in a quaking voice. But there is no reply.
Hadn’t it been enough, to not be loved in return? Hadn’t it been enough to watch Adna be the favorite again? Her tears spill hot down her cheeks when she finally lifts her head, fangs clenched tight as she looks to Gospel.
“I should have smothered you when I had the chance. I should have torn you from your mother and ripped your jaw from your face!” she snarls as she rushes forward, fangs bared and careless of the repercussions. She snaps her jaws for anything she can reach with sour venom flinging from her tongue. She rips upward and then lunges her head down with that shattered horn, frantic to gore her niece.
“You will die nameless!”
And what would her parents think, to see her trying to destroy her sister’s child? Would Grandfather laugh and urge her on while her mother wept and begged her to stop? Even as these thoughts come flooding in, they do nothing to deter her from trying to taste Gospel’s throat. If there is no room for Prayer in this world then she will tear the entire world apart and rebuild it for her. She will make room and the world will kneel at her child’s feet as it begs for mercy and forgiveness.
But it will find none.