06-08-2015, 02:23 PM
And listen to all the songs that the night shouts. They go something just like this... So go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin and drink yourself to happiness. ____In tales spun with whimsical words and sharp tongues, the angel always falls for a demon, perhaps there is some sort of attraction right away; the bad boy, the one forbidden. It starts out as a simple seed of lust but it blossoms into a full bloom of love, of adoration. He'd heard these stories not from his mother, not from an older, wiser mare, but from his first, what you could call, love. She had been a girl with eyes as wide as the sky and a mind to match, she had a heart as gold as the blistering sands in the Deserts, and as pure as the waters in the Falls. Of course this wasn't in Beqanna, Nier left because he could not find anything here, his mother had gone on to other things, where he had no clue, she just simply vanished, and he was sure she left him on purpose. To grow, to become. Well, he sure did. Perhaps not what the winged mare had wanted, perhaps she would be proud, perhaps not. Nier was not positive that she would have the greatest reaction when she saw him, if ever, if never. He did hope though, small shreds of the lucrative emotion, that he made someone proud. ____His eyes were still closed, his breathing shallow. His breaths came like her steady heartbeat against him, a steady thud, thud, thud. for several moments he stayed like this, silent, unmoving, listening to Star's soft words caress him like some beautiful nurse to an ailing patient. Then something changed, he felt it, felt it in her thud, thud thudding heart. And this made his ears swivel, perk ever so slight, but it also awoke the darkness within. it slowly crept out, dark fingers at first, pressing nerves within him, showing him unwanted things, dark, twisted things. Everything was too much. The feelings within him roared like flames and he felt his skin on fire, he twisted away ever so slight, his head raised, his nostrils flaring. He kept his eyes upon the dappled mare, she was real, he had to know, there were nightmarish things in his mind, there were demons that lurked within, he was one of them, a hellion, a dark one who had paid the highest price for vengeance, for the taste of something more. Perhaps he would be seen as a hero, a knight on a glistening day, he had hunted for days to find the brutes who took away his light, and he had paid for it in darkness. ____"I lost someone close to me. She meant the world, she was my world." his his voice was barely a whisper, hoarse, stuck within his throat, his chest. but they came, they flooded the air. He felt secure here, even when the darkness penetrated his mind, he felt safe that she remained a beacon, sturdy in her position next to him. ____ Nier pressed into her once more, her scent becoming a myriad of memories to him, becoming safe. His dark eyes roamed her body, his muzzle gliding over her dappled skin, nipping here, nibbling there, where he stopped between her jawline and her neck, he pressed his nose deep within the crevasse, warm and inviting. Like some vampire after her life source, he stayed close, his nostrils blowing warm air. ____"Do you think Demons can love, Star?" his voice was strangely warm, passionate, like the raging fire that lit his coat in flames. His tail glided his hocks, mindless, idle. his eyes remained on her, his beacon, his little candle in the dark. he breathed, at first slow, and then progressively ragged. There was a war within him, dark, dark and cold. It plagued him with visions of the past and glimpses of what his future could look like. Frolicking children, a tight knit family, and then him, dark eyes an emotionless oblivion, he was void of all. There was terror in his voice then, a strange emotion, it sent every nerve in him like springs. ____"Do you think I could be capable of loving, again?" or would it destroy him again, sending him back into the downward spiral where he became the sloth demon before. time would tell, and time could do some serious damage. the winged, invisible demon of tyrael & amnesia, stalks the gemstone ridge with no one by his side |