08-22-2021, 09:10 PM
CrownS
He never knew someone could ever feel this hungry. It seems that the more he devoured, the deeper this need grows. Bible’s memories had only left him wild with a need for so much more. Of course, Rosebay had kissed his brow and tried to ease his nerves with promises of more dark games, and he’d smiled. But now he slips from her side in the dead of night. Crowns knows killing his lover a few times will do little to salve this aching. He has to feast.
He’s been watching Israfel grow and spoken not a single word to her. Their memories tasted more pure and refined without any of his influence on them, he found. He stretches a leg forward and it grows, thickening and snapping as scales erupt from his skin. A sharp exhale leaves his lips in a cloud of steaming breath. Another step and the rest of his body follows suit, contorting and changing into something long and serpentine. His body winds between the trees until he finds her.
There, just at the edge of the forest, she stands golden and beautiful, just like their matriarch.
“Israfel,” he breathes.
Innumerous orbs of blue fire hang in the air around him as his glowing eyes lock on her. Crowns reaches out and traces her cheek tenderly with a single claw. There is something like love for her there in the haze of hunger that envelopes him. After all, they are family. Shouldn’t he adore her in some capacity?
“I need your memories. Give them to me,” he commands, smiling as sweetly as he can manage.
He’s been watching Israfel grow and spoken not a single word to her. Their memories tasted more pure and refined without any of his influence on them, he found. He stretches a leg forward and it grows, thickening and snapping as scales erupt from his skin. A sharp exhale leaves his lips in a cloud of steaming breath. Another step and the rest of his body follows suit, contorting and changing into something long and serpentine. His body winds between the trees until he finds her.
There, just at the edge of the forest, she stands golden and beautiful, just like their matriarch.
“Israfel,” he breathes.
Innumerous orbs of blue fire hang in the air around him as his glowing eyes lock on her. Crowns reaches out and traces her cheek tenderly with a single claw. There is something like love for her there in the haze of hunger that envelopes him. After all, they are family. Shouldn’t he adore her in some capacity?
“I need your memories. Give them to me,” he commands, smiling as sweetly as he can manage.
you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult.