06-02-2015, 01:12 PM
 They say there's a darkness is everyone; a seed of the dark spawn that was left when he created us all. They say that with every evil deed or sin, or even the slightest glare and nasty thought, the darkness grows within. But without darkness there would be no light and without light, there would be no darkness. Nier had committed many wrong things in his past, and he admitted they were wrong. Some of them were what he had to do, it was within him. Vengeance. Blood for Blood. A Life for a Life. When you cared so much for something, someone, you fought tooth and nail, blood and skin to get them back to you; and failing that, you end whoever took them from you. It was his motto engraved into him. Destroy the only thing he held dear, he destroyed everything that they had, life, limb, mind. He crushed them for what they did to his heart, his soul. But that was the past. He was looking now at the mare before him; she was like a carbon copy of who he'd lost. Not at all in physical form, but they shared the same mentality. Warmth, like summer mornings, soft like dew on flowers. In the light they looked like angels, sent down to try and sway him, steer him onto the right path. His eyes closed, he shifted, he was feeling lower than normal, colder than normal and in turn his body reacted. He disappeared. But he was still there, His voice a whisper on the wind. "You reminded me of someone I used to know." a long pause, a flicker of a muzzle merging back into the light, and gone again. "Someone I once held precious to me." he admitted with baited breath; inside he was sinking, lower, lower in the throes of a darkness that gripped him. He was desperately grasping at memories in vain attempts of escaping them. Good memories. Bad memories, anything. Then he looked at Star, felt her eyes on him -- even though he was out of sight, she must have felt him close, his muzzle grazing her side, his whiskers tickling along her ribcage. "You step into darkness, you're bound to catch some shadow on the way. It's attached itself to me." cool words, crisp and clean. "It's in my blood. A Taint, a mark." he stayed hidden, concealed. out of sight but remaining like a ghost, a spirit, moving to her other side where he placed his chin against her withers, breathing in her sweet scent, a mixture of salt and new grass, spring and earth. "A Demon can be a Demon forever, he can't change." truth, lies, he was uncertain, "But he fell for a reason. And he could fall again." an innuendo, plain as day, but he kept it close to his chest; he'd be amazing in casinos, such a poker face. Strained with nothingness, his eyes an oblivion, a sea of lost souls. His body twitched in and out of focus until he was back again, and right in front of her, his nose pressed right against hers. "You're a light, Star." his eyes held hers with an intensity, sharp and quick, like a fleeting instant a butterfly landed on your nose, then disappeared. If you hadn't caught it, it never happened. Then his eyes faded again and he turned his head away, but kept his lips against her shoulder, a soft touch here, then retreated, backed away with his words on the wind. "I think that's what I need. A light." a pause, slowly turning his head back, Nier whickered low, "That's why I chose you." his muzzle grazed her neck, her shoulder, moving along and gently laying along her flank, her loins. "A Darkness needs the Light." his voice held something, a spark of urgency, a fire in his eyes. The demons stirred, rose it's ugly head, suppressed feelings, urges, but Nier stayed level headed, close to her, feeling her next to him, a warmth, real and soft. Flesh and bone, blood and muscle. "Don't leave." if she had have heard it, she would have noticed the strain in his voice, the pleading, the almost hushed whisper. Lost in the wind to never be heard again. |