[M] Please be soft and sweet to me

Eris Eternity · 04-13-2011, 04:54 PM

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Word Count › 571 Powerplayed a bit. Yemme know if no good.

a dog among kings with no self control

That eratic beat continued beneath her fingertips. Once, it must have been steady and strong, pumping life through the man's body and sustaining him. Now, it seemed to flutter like a trapped bug, its wings frantically tapping at the glass to escape; it seemed to stagger, a desperately sick thing still struggling to maintain life. The faint vibration beneath her fingers seemed to swell into an incoherent and all-encompassing din, that steadily slowing sound drawing her slowly into him. Her yellow-golden eyes had become as blank and flat as the flaxen canine to deliver the killing blow, though her face was contorted, some maniacal look of near-ecstasy displayed in something very close to a grin.

The surrounding world seemed to drain away quickly, fading into that same deathless black that had certainly begun to work its way across the orange canine's vision. There were no words within Eris or any other language to convey the sights there, fantastical and horrific things of the underworld and overworld and every single one in between. She had stared into this face of death before, and there was no fear within the spiral-scarred woman -- she was protected, she was alive, and she would return to the land of the living. The endless, jagged mountains and charred skies stretched around and over her forever, and she could make sense of nothing she saw -- it was as if the physics governing her usual realm had completely abandoned this one. Directions inverted upon one another infinitely, and staring at even herself she could see the pulsing red and green and gold and orange, and other colors, colors without names or analogues in reality.

The coal-hued canine in reality had begun trembling ever so slightly, her fingers still resting on the warmth of the wolf's chest. Now the heart was beating so faintly and so slowly beneath her fingers, it had nearly seemed to stop. Every moment one might have determined he had died, however, there was one more meek beat from the dying organ, some fading instinct to continue onward even in the certain, grinning-skull face of death itself. There was movement from the cream-shaded wolf, swaying and his own trembling shakes as his body began to fail him, and that timeless, empty place where Eris had gone began to shake with it, the ground beneath her and the sky above seeming to tear open as it collapsed in and upon itself, shattering to pieces as the dying wolf faded away beneath her fingertips.

There was a noise, and a warmth on her cheek, and the hybrid was dimly aware that she was alive again and in this world. The feeling of vertigo was very nearly overwhelming, and for a moment it seemed she would collapse before the dying man. Awareness steadily returned to her, however, her mind far more accustomed to the law and sense of this world than that other one. She realized he'd spat on her, the frothy mix of his own blood and spit trickling slowly down her cheek, streaking it with pink. The sable-shaded woman laughed then, a startlingly loud sound that seemed to resonate from somewhere within her, and her pink tongue snaked out of her mouth, wiping over that same area where he'd spat. She shoved forward with her hand against that dead, fast-cooling flesh. It would be as cold as the dirt itself in just a short while.

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