08-26-2010, 06:40 AM
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The bark gave way beneath his claws, allowing them to sink deep, deliciously, into the wood. His name was spoken on melodic voice, assuring him of the woman’s identity if the peculiar woad-marked coat had not already. He smiled—the expression wicked and reminiscent of the mad cheshire cat. She moved, leaping to the ground below, standing tall before him. He felt no need to submit to her subtly dominant posture, nor to rise up and challenge her pose. “Darkness brought me to you,” he said, smile never fading. “and blood.” The scent, so alluring, hanging metallic on the air. He adored it. “You made a promise,” he purred, reminding her, answering her question. He had not forgotten, though he’d forgotten many other things. Life never seemed to pass in a linear manner for the creature—rather, memories twisted and turned, blurring out and changing within his mind. Childhood came before adulthood, and murders all blurred into one decadent, ecstatic feeling. Perhaps, tonight, he would kill her—or perhaps, tonight, he would finally die. |