08-03-2016, 04:34 PM
Reach out and touch faith
Underwood
I will deliver; you know I'm a forgiver.
Predators need little but what they crave; a soul to feed upon and emotions to entangle themselves in. He is a vulture personified, with empty, mirthless eyes, a terse jaw and taut muscles - each individually rippling beneath his sooty flesh, flexing the delicate bones of his heavy wings. Gleaming beneath the pale sunlight, he draws the length of his bristling plumage up to shield him from its blinding light, but something draws him out of the shadows he is so desperately drawn to.
A wicked smile tugs at the corners of his whiskered lips as something sinister begins to fester within his dark gaze; he watches quietly beneath the shade of an old willow as he draws his magnificent wings tightly along his slender sides. He cranes his neck gently to the left, savoring the caress of the draping branches as they pool across the nape of his neck, and he watches - waiting. Something stirs deeply within him - (something that only stirs in the presence of Mother) - and he feasts hungrily upon the sight of muscle movement beneath tight golden flesh and bright, youthful eyes.
Gently, his voice carries with the breeze, soothing and smoother than trickling molasses, but heavy with something indescribable. "My, you look .. troubled, boy. Tell me. What ails you?"
What will it take to break you?
A wicked smile tugs at the corners of his whiskered lips as something sinister begins to fester within his dark gaze; he watches quietly beneath the shade of an old willow as he draws his magnificent wings tightly along his slender sides. He cranes his neck gently to the left, savoring the caress of the draping branches as they pool across the nape of his neck, and he watches - waiting. Something stirs deeply within him - (something that only stirs in the presence of Mother) - and he feasts hungrily upon the sight of muscle movement beneath tight golden flesh and bright, youthful eyes.
Gently, his voice carries with the breeze, soothing and smoother than trickling molasses, but heavy with something indescribable. "My, you look .. troubled, boy. Tell me. What ails you?"
What will it take to break you?
Um. So, this is literally .. three months overdue, but it struck me that I had a Cassi pony to reply to and Undy seems like the perfect fit.
Ignore if you haven't the time. <3
@[rapt]