07-20-2016, 06:27 PM
Fresh horror spills over her in wave after wave.
Love them?! The very idea is ludicrous!
Beautiful?!
Hardly! They are skeletal horrors to haunt the brain and the flesh, and she is sickened by it all.
Stoney can feel her disgust thicken, it sits deep and heavy in her gut and then - nothing, nothing at all.
She feels an alien presence in her mind, taking her over and she tries to rebel but she is weak, so very weak and then it is all over - she, is taken over, possessed and her eyes blink, bringing the bone creation back into stark relief against the grasslands.
It’s beautiful, she thinks.
Strange, the thought is hers but not, and then she doesn’t question it.
It is beautiful, oh so very beautiful!
Her eyes move along the bones, noticing for the first time how they are not only equine in nature but a plethora of other creatures merged together. Oh how intricate! She thinks, delight replacing the horror, as a little laugh spills from her mouth. Stoney can see the mastery in the bone-weaving, the time and attention to detail, and the very love that went into remaking it into something that moved and talked in a language of bone. “Please dance,” she asks it, sucking in a ragged breath, still deep in the throes of possession.
Love them?! The very idea is ludicrous!
Beautiful?!
Hardly! They are skeletal horrors to haunt the brain and the flesh, and she is sickened by it all.
Stoney can feel her disgust thicken, it sits deep and heavy in her gut and then - nothing, nothing at all.
She feels an alien presence in her mind, taking her over and she tries to rebel but she is weak, so very weak and then it is all over - she, is taken over, possessed and her eyes blink, bringing the bone creation back into stark relief against the grasslands.
It’s beautiful, she thinks.
Strange, the thought is hers but not, and then she doesn’t question it.
It is beautiful, oh so very beautiful!
Her eyes move along the bones, noticing for the first time how they are not only equine in nature but a plethora of other creatures merged together. Oh how intricate! She thinks, delight replacing the horror, as a little laugh spills from her mouth. Stoney can see the mastery in the bone-weaving, the time and attention to detail, and the very love that went into remaking it into something that moved and talked in a language of bone. “Please dance,” she asks it, sucking in a ragged breath, still deep in the throes of possession.
ooc: nope, it was perfect! feel free to powerplay her further to fuck her up even more.
