09-30-2012, 12:54 AM
Here lemme kill me for you. 8D[html]
[/html][/html]The muscles in her face grew taut as the corpse’s claws dug deeper into her wrist, but steadily they relaxed as the constant pain faded, heartbeat by heartbeat, into a slow manageable burn. Soft ears stirred strands of primrose hair as they perked forward to hear his sounds: a low rumbling and a sound more rasp than laugh, noises produced from the vocal cords of a stranger. It was strange to hear his voice so changed, but that thought vanished as a second dead hand joined the first in clutching at her, but she didn’t care, because her muzzle was against his cold one, her breath escaping with a heat his could never produce again.
Shiloh didn’t know what she was doing, only that she had wanted, needed to do it. She wasn’t sure what his living eye burned with—Hate? Lust? Love?—but she needed another taste of its blue flame. She drew in another breath, but his fingers crawled up her arms, twisting around the curve of her throat, and squeezed. Her eyes widened, her own hands coming up to lock around his wrists, as if to fight him off; but they only clutched, held him close, feeling the strength in his arms dying until his fingers fell away from her neck and the starbursts at her vision receded as she drank in oxygen. She whimpered and let go of his wrists, letting him fall away from her, soul separating from its useless vessel. He looked like a pit dog that had been robbed of its fight, wrenched away by its master, while she was only the pretty little bait.
Cerulean eyes stared at him, at what suggestion of an outline remained for the ghost, as her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, recapturing the air he’d robbed from her. It was sweet and crisp with the late season, but she knew that as she continued to breathe it would lose that flavor, just become another mechanical process, inhale exhale inhale exhale. It would lose its beauty, its sharpness, and Shiloh realized that she wanted to feel that again, just one last time, because life was always the most beautiful juxtaposed with death.
The Dawnbringer looked deliberately at Haku, lifting an arm striped with blood, and set her teeth into her wrist.[html]