09-09-2019, 02:52 AM
Rajanish
Nica had been… quite the experiment. He’d call it successful if it was complete, but for now he’d probably estimate it as the first part being successfully completed.
He’d learned a great deal from her and her mother - used the knowledge on a random other young woman, and yet another child was brought into the world. He didn’t remember her name, but he would spy upon the offspring now or then.The translucent appaloosa had been thrilled to see the boy had inherited his favourite gift; the ability to spread disease was quite a useful one. Perhaps Raj should have stolen the child, but his main experiment had shown promise and he was far more interested in manipulating her into thinking he was her saviour, her only strong and steady thing in life; inducing Stockholm syndrome in her had been almost too easy.
He should do it more often.
He had let her leave on purpose; and here she was, back in Pangea. Pleased with this development, Rajanish followed the young mare’s scent, which mingled with the smell of sweat and blood and birthing fluids soon enough. Only when she was done, he emerged from his hiding place, grinning (almost to be mistaken for a genuine smile) at the newly made mother. He brushed his lips over her poll and looked at the filly. His daughter was as see-through as he, he noted. ”Welcome, you little soulless ghost.” he said approvingly, then purred to Titanica; ”You did well this time.” he told her, touching her on the shoulder in a bit of a possessive manner, though it could easily be mistaken for affection.
Now to make this little girl into a proper hell-bringing ghost. The fun could begin: time for part 2 of this experiment.
He’d learned a great deal from her and her mother - used the knowledge on a random other young woman, and yet another child was brought into the world. He didn’t remember her name, but he would spy upon the offspring now or then.The translucent appaloosa had been thrilled to see the boy had inherited his favourite gift; the ability to spread disease was quite a useful one. Perhaps Raj should have stolen the child, but his main experiment had shown promise and he was far more interested in manipulating her into thinking he was her saviour, her only strong and steady thing in life; inducing Stockholm syndrome in her had been almost too easy.
He should do it more often.
He had let her leave on purpose; and here she was, back in Pangea. Pleased with this development, Rajanish followed the young mare’s scent, which mingled with the smell of sweat and blood and birthing fluids soon enough. Only when she was done, he emerged from his hiding place, grinning (almost to be mistaken for a genuine smile) at the newly made mother. He brushed his lips over her poll and looked at the filly. His daughter was as see-through as he, he noted. ”Welcome, you little soulless ghost.” he said approvingly, then purred to Titanica; ”You did well this time.” he told her, touching her on the shoulder in a bit of a possessive manner, though it could easily be mistaken for affection.
Now to make this little girl into a proper hell-bringing ghost. The fun could begin: time for part 2 of this experiment.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break.
No voice to cry out suffering.
No voice to cry out suffering.
@[Titanica]