I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
She should leave. It would be safest for her to walk away and never look back. Raelynx’s attention never remains fixed for long. Not unless one caught his interest. Then one would only wish he might forget. But he remembers all of them. The sweet taste of their burned flesh upon his tongue, the sounds of their remaking, the inevitable acquiescence. All of it leading to this thing he had taught to love pain as he did. Few are worthy, but those who are will always remain in his memories.
And she, she could be one.
So he laughs, because it has been ages. Far too long since he has tasted and felt such sweet agony. Too long since he has known the satisfaction of of their final understanding. Sometimes death is a byproduct, but he has long accepted that. Only those that were ultimately unworthy gave in to death.
Don’t be stupid, little girl. Come back.
She halts abruptly and his unfocused gray eyes blink, as though just realizing how precarious her escape. In seconds he is on her once more, teeth gripping the meaty flesh of her crest as he pulls viciously against her, a demand that she stay. That she learn. His fire sizzles against her flesh where he presses against her, and he shoves harder. Harder. Until his larger frame is pinning hers against the rough bark of a tree. Finally, disjointedly, he growls, “I don’t play, girl.” His voice hissing past his destroyed throat is almost eerie in the dim air of the dreary morning. “I teach.”
Raelynx