M - daydream milk and genocide.

Eris Eternity · 05-08-2010, 08:35 AM

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There should have been fear in Eris, fear of the death that stood before her, breathing steadily still. There was no hint of excitement in him, not since the pale-furred canine had died at his hand. Indeed, if it had been any other canine, there would have been fear and fight both in her, but the sable-furred canine was content to remain motionless and await her fate now, ready to accept whatever punishment the chocolate-hued man dealt to her, be it fatal or horrible. Her face was strangely blank, but desire burned in her eyes for him, flaring up in the brilliant chartreuse-gold of her widened irises.

Her hands were flung to the side, the heart flying somewhere away from them, but the shadow-furred wolf's gaze did not follow it. Her eyes remained on him even as his hand pulled her to where he stood, his far larger body inching closer to hers. His hand took her face and rested beneath her chin, the red from her nose running down and into his palm, pooling after a moment and dripping down his wrist. She saw none of his, for her eyes remained on his, absolutely focused on the shadows whirling somewhere behind those eyes, pulling the levers and pressing the buttons of this emptied mind. The shell of a body was only a medium for the darkness within.

More than anything, Eris wanted to taste that darkness, she wanted to burn with it, their smoke billowing over the world, turning everything black and charred behind it. Bodies would turn to bone, trees to charred stumps; the whole world would turn to ash where they went.

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