[M] the blackest hole in all of space

Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-30-2011, 12:54 AM

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pray to your god, open your heart

It was the voice of the can tah that woke him from the nightmare. He recalled it for an instant—a dream of the Dahlian fire, of how he had fled—and then it was gone. Larkspur’s ears rose high, trembling, as they listened to the tongue of the unformed. There was no moon. Tak ruled nights like these, when even his red eye hid his wicked misdeeds to the world. The air radiated with the sensation of it. A cold nose quivered as he sucked in the local scents; Rowan, sleeping nearby, Magnolia, outside but near…and Eris. Eris, close. Eris and a hot sickly-sweet scent that he knew was the thing she refused to destroy. It was not a living person to him. It never had been.

He slipped out of his crumbling fortress, a dark shadow speckled by the sun’s chosen color. This night it did not matter. Nothing betrayed his presence as he followed, a swift-footed hunter that moved with the grace of all wolves. Even his eyes did not gleam in the darkness, though they were wide, and his pupils impossibly large. Tracking her was easy; Eris had learned much from Sirius, but not enough.

A massive shadow halted at the edge of the cover, watching. The woman held her child (for he did not claim it, despite its blood) to her breast and Larkspur’s eyes narrowed. Did she even now love such a thing? It was an abomination, an affront to his gods. By keeping it alive, she spat in the face of those powers that even Tlanti had recognized.

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