The Silent Whisper

Yi TaeKyung · 05-13-2011, 11:42 PM

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Back dated to May 12, if that’s okay?
WC: 523

Twilight was beginning to fall. The near-summer skies were already fading to a dusky lime as the sun was swallowed by the western horizon. But the Dampwoods were already dark, the thick canopy welcoming the tenebrous tendrils into the body of shadow that was simply Darkness. A single body stirred then, seemingly a part of that tenebrous entity. While the lands had not yet accepted the foreign woman, the Darkness did, for Darkness was always the same regardless of the land. Darkness was a constant, the original entity that required nothing, for it was simply nothingness. Having been sired by a soul quite exceptionally filled with such dark nothingness, the Korean soul melded well. The tenebrous tendrils clung to her fur, whispering silent nothings to her. The lunar orbs that shone with an eerie brightness was the only power that pushed away the Dark—yet the Dark was still curious of her.

TaeKyung preferred the darker hours of the day. Her eyes’ sensitivity to light caused her to linger in the darker places of these lands. It was in the Darkness that those lunar orbs perceived best, the strange mutation enhancing her vision in the night. Having risen from her sleep, the black female stretched, her muscles remembering their prior toil in the ocean and shrugging away the soreness. Tonight was a new night, and once she had fed, the martial wolf would explore the lands, training when the unknown became monotonous, as it often did. Her lean, muscled frame traveled easily through the darkness, her near-silent steps marked only by the soft whispers of the shadowed foliage. Black claws occasionally tore the earth with a strange, merciless nature. The soul of this woman was darker than it should have been, but the darkness was not corrupt but simply...dark. Like a moonless night.

The tenebrous wolf paused. Black auds raised above her head like the horns of some Eastern dragon, she listened to the soft interruption—it was what she had been looking for. Instantly her posture changed, dark crania lowering and ears swiveling as she moved slowly forth. Then the scent came to her searching maw and the hungering jaws parted in a mirthless and simply satisfied smile. Unhurriedly, the shadowy femme shifted the larger, four-legged shape, a prime shape for hunting larger game. Having shifted, and now occupying a larger space, the nighttime huntress continued, surprisingly quiet for her size. Ahead, a deer grazed yet unknowing of the predator that sought to slay it. The black wolf paused, the lunar orbs assessing distance, her posture adjusting imperceptibly.

She sprang. The black fae shot through the space between them with such speed that, even as the deer attempted to turn and flee, the full force and weight fell upon the prey. Powerful jaws, already parted to taste the flesh, closed down upon the soft throat. Blood flooded upon her tongue. Her body shuddered with a near carnal delight as she felt the life leave between her deadly teeth. Relieved that she had found meat to fill her stomach so easily. Silently, with soft growls of delight, the black secui began to feast.

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