06-02-2015, 01:52 PM
 The scent had changed, something marred the cool salt air with something else, something different. He remembered that smell, the blood, the decay, the rotten flesh, the cold deathly embrace that takes hold of someone when they pass. It piqued his nostrils, it made him full visible. At first Nier thought it was his mind playing tricks; the demon inside wanting him to feel something for once, but as always not something wanted, not something great. Demons only ever want pain and misfortune, hate and death. It fuels them, like the sun fuels the earth, like water fuelled the world. Misery fuelled demons, and it often fuelled him, but now, he shivered, against the wind, against the memory of death that marked him with a cold imprint. Like ice embedding itself within him, sharp shards just digging deeper and deeper. His eyes were trained upon the boundaries, they hunted, they lurked. the scent just grew stronger, more abrasive against him, and then when he looked up, he saw her. A shadow against the white cliffs, she stuck out like a black spot in a white gown. He watched her, careless in her manner of getting down to the beach -- she could have simply used the path? he shook his head, aggravated by minimal thoughts, and he walked forward. She was unknown to him, the scent of death clung to her like a perfume, she seemed to wear with honour. the closer he got to her, the more he felt repulsed. Colder. Then he caught sight of her eyes and stopped in his tracks. Ears pinned tight against his poll, his teeth slithered out from beneath his lips as he snapped at the air. "You are trespassing." he informs her, cold, dark. his voice is neither low nor high, a deep baritone, how you'd imagine a snake to talk when he was on the verge of attacking. But Nier did not, instead he stood his ground, his tail gliding over his hocks in the wind. The black mare then spoke, her orange eyes taunting him with a rarity, a strangeness that rivalled even his wings. One ear twitched up then immediately flattened. "Invisible? You sure must feel it, thinking you can walk anywhere you please--" he halted mid sentence, trained eyes upon her, they scoured her body with an intense glare. She was weedy, feathered in places and unkempt. She looked a mess, like death's hand had taken her and thrown her back here. Her eyes were neither worrying the steed not encouraging him, but he noticed there was a sense of familiarity in her. Something deep. something cold. Of course, he knew what it was like, to be lost, to be a tad bit broken -- unlike the mare before him, he remained broken and just stuck with it, but she, she looked as if she'd lost those pieces and was collecting stray parts from other places. A mess, a chaos. but beyond that was a beauty, a poison that lured anyone close. He recognised mares like her, but he did not fall for bait. "Who are you? he demanded this time, stalking closer; the demon within him liked the look of her, she wore a darkness like a cape, sadness as her shield. it would easily crumble if she'd let it. He wondered, felt things electrify within him; memories he'd long forgotten, tucked away in the back of his mind. "Dead girls tell no tales, so be quick now." the charm, the wit, the dare. For several moments he'd lost it, it was returning for now. The darkness holding him tight, with reins wrapped around him, suffocating the soul, the heart. For now he was just a mere husk of a steed focused on torment. He could torment the stranger with all he had, and still Nier was sure the demon wanted more. the question was, how much more would Nier be willing to give? |