There’s a shift in the air, a heaviness that saturates her every breath.
Adulthood is upon her, a dark cloud finally rising to a thunderhead. Lightning electrifies her veins and surges through her blood. This is new, unfamiliar, but she knows what it is. Instincts crawl like dozens of spiders across her thoughts as she inches from the hovel she found and slept in for months. There were a few hunts, but her appetite was easily suppressed as she secluded herself from the world. A child is not safe, not truly, in such a vast and open world. For selfish reasons, Skaide cornered herself and waited until this moment when no one could take advantage of her small, youthful size.
She was dangerous then, unable to control the flow of her venom, but still she knew to hide.
Now, she rises with a confident swagger, aware of her capabilities.
And she only knows how to obey her instincts.
Thin, slit pupils dart from one tree to another, then to the squirrels and deer and horses. Hunger stirs in her gut now – it has been weeks since her last taste of blood – but her climbing desires (or would it be instinctual needs?) overwhelm all else. Skaide takes a breath, then another, and she can nearly taste the pulses of those nearby. Their heartbeats are so calm, so steady, as they flee from stress and wrap themselves in fleeting ideations of comfort. She looks at each of them, considers them, but nimbly moves along with whispered footsteps until finding a tree to stand next to, her skin rippling to nearly match her surroundings, save for her vibrant, reptilian eyes.
i swear i'll become your only desire. i swear i'll rip you apart.Adulthood is upon her, a dark cloud finally rising to a thunderhead. Lightning electrifies her veins and surges through her blood. This is new, unfamiliar, but she knows what it is. Instincts crawl like dozens of spiders across her thoughts as she inches from the hovel she found and slept in for months. There were a few hunts, but her appetite was easily suppressed as she secluded herself from the world. A child is not safe, not truly, in such a vast and open world. For selfish reasons, Skaide cornered herself and waited until this moment when no one could take advantage of her small, youthful size.
She was dangerous then, unable to control the flow of her venom, but still she knew to hide.
Now, she rises with a confident swagger, aware of her capabilities.
And she only knows how to obey her instincts.
Thin, slit pupils dart from one tree to another, then to the squirrels and deer and horses. Hunger stirs in her gut now – it has been weeks since her last taste of blood – but her climbing desires (or would it be instinctual needs?) overwhelm all else. Skaide takes a breath, then another, and she can nearly taste the pulses of those nearby. Their heartbeats are so calm, so steady, as they flee from stress and wrap themselves in fleeting ideations of comfort. She looks at each of them, considers them, but nimbly moves along with whispered footsteps until finding a tree to stand next to, her skin rippling to nearly match her surroundings, save for her vibrant, reptilian eyes.
Skaide