turn from the light that made them all go blind; stoney

[stoney]

Bones.

All she can see is the bone-creature as it looms before her.

She is not herself any more; her muzzle begins to move and some dim part of her thinks she should balk at this too, but she doesn’t - not even as her lips brush the tapered point of skull in a kiss. Oh! Her mind blossoms in thought; it is lovely, hard and sharp - sharp enough to slit a throat on, my throat, she thinks wonderingly. She is slow to respond when the bone-thing rears back, too deep in the throes of Violence’s possession to react.

Her cheek is cut to ribbons; tatters of skin that bleed and ache, as pain takes the place of her previous thoughts of such lovely, lovely bones. Violence warned her, and she did not heed it, and takes her punishment with a bowed head as the blood runs down past her mouth (she can taste it, copper and rich, and feels it collect in the corners where smiles used to sit and wait - now there is only blood, hers, and she likes the sweet taste of it) and drips onto the earth in small red spatters. Even the earth seems to drink her blood up greedily, she thinks, having grown meek in that moment as she is cowed by the violence that Violence (so aptly named now, she knows!) has shown her.

“Yes,” she says, naught but a shade of herself as she stares down at her own feet and the bloody earth before them.  

“Yes,” she vows, as her eyes climb back up the skeletal legs of the bone-creature and come to rest on the always grinning face.

She knows her cheek will scar, will throb with the memory of this day and her subservience to Violence and the bones.

She knows this is the day her love of bones and all things unholy, begins.

Most of all, she knows that Violence is her master now.

ooc: shall we wrap it up or should we have Violence somehow teach Stoney that she is immortal? lol