05-06-2020, 04:38 PM
I am not expecting them to be brave enough to approach, and for the most part I am right. The one who comes around the bend did not know I stood here, her eyes seemed more occupied by the stares of the nearby others. Once her eyes do land on me, the sequence of events are one I've come to find predictable. The shock, the nausea, the concern.
It turns my stomach.
The spotted mare seems to have lost control of her tongue, eyes wide and staring. I let her finish, expression going darker longer she talks. By the time she's finished, I look like a flat headed snake just after its been stepped on by an unwary colt.
My ice blue eyes hold her gaze for a long moment, the blood dripping from my chest the only sound. After a beat, I let the silence break, but only just. My voice is soft as velvet, and no less dark. "I do not need help," I burred, a skeleton carved from crystal and flame before her. I do need help, though. Dearly, desperately, I do, but I have stopped believing that I can be helped. I stand on my pride because it's the only thing I have left.
My smile, a cutthroat thing, breaks my face sharply. My head tilts like a birds, scanning the spotted and speckled mare. Soft thing, sweet thing. "Do you need help?" I ask softly, my tone no sort of promise that help will be offered. I step close, too close to be polite. Voices echo in my mind, in my ears. Whispers of rage and doubt, and they tell me she is not to be trusted. None of them are. I will devour them all, for breaking me so.
@[Breckin]
It turns my stomach.
The spotted mare seems to have lost control of her tongue, eyes wide and staring. I let her finish, expression going darker longer she talks. By the time she's finished, I look like a flat headed snake just after its been stepped on by an unwary colt.
My ice blue eyes hold her gaze for a long moment, the blood dripping from my chest the only sound. After a beat, I let the silence break, but only just. My voice is soft as velvet, and no less dark. "I do not need help," I burred, a skeleton carved from crystal and flame before her. I do need help, though. Dearly, desperately, I do, but I have stopped believing that I can be helped. I stand on my pride because it's the only thing I have left.
My smile, a cutthroat thing, breaks my face sharply. My head tilts like a birds, scanning the spotted and speckled mare. Soft thing, sweet thing. "Do you need help?" I ask softly, my tone no sort of promise that help will be offered. I step close, too close to be polite. Voices echo in my mind, in my ears. Whispers of rage and doubt, and they tell me she is not to be trusted. None of them are. I will devour them all, for breaking me so.
@[Breckin]