[M] she's standing on an overpass

Kaena Lykoi · 04-09-2011, 08:06 AM

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the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine

The silver-shaded canine had killed more times than she cared to think about -- prey and canines alike had fallen between her yellowed teeth. For good reason, bad reason, and no reason at all, she had killed -- now it was to sustain her son, the flesh she had born out of her own body. The deer was not hers to kill, however, and she waited, one remaining eye watching as Samael went forward, little urgency in his steps. The tawny creature could not walk -- it wasn't going anywhere. There was a red arc and spray of blood from the creature, one great geyser of blood followed by smaller spurts as the animal died, its heart ceasing to beat rather quickly once its throat was so neatly removed.

She crept up to his side, sliding next to him and leaning forward to watch as his hands pried through flesh and muscle, pulling and shoving useless intestines aside in search of that lovely red muscle, the source of life from within the now dead deer. Dead as it was, warmth wafted from its innards, clearly palpable even at the distance Kaena stood from the corpse with the heavy and sharp scent of blood. Red flecks clung to Samael, widening into long, rust-colored streaks in places, clinging wetly to his fur. Chunks of the deer hung from the fur along his arms and hands, the insides of the creature spilling into the silver-pale moonlight now. The still-twitching thing sat in his hands, torn from its resting place in the deer's chest cavity.

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