black flowers blossom

Sirius Revlis · 04-11-2012, 10:18 AM

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She was the succulent nighttime, the voice that cooed to his sickly soul on a brittle dark wind. There was a place within him where another creature lived, where even this beast succumbed to the impurity within his foul bloodlines; Where a mad prince cackled within the chasm of his very being. There was an ancient wickedness to him, a taint that rotted behind the facade of genius. And she, this voice on the wind, she sang to it - She sang to it a lullaby most cruel.

It awoke within him to taste the rust of her blood on his tongue, the warmth of her wrist as his rough tongue rasped against it. The thin rim of toxic acid that lined his swollen pupils glittered with a feverish brightness, a feralness that spoke of the reaper that stirred within him. The licking became harsher, pushing against her arm, and his yellow teeth drew nearer until the limb itself was held in huge secui jaws.

The tips to large, stained fangs rested gently against the pale flesh of her forearm, the grasp restrained from puncturing her skin. The beast wondered if he could crunch through her very bone - Wondered if he wanted to. Each breath rasped in a continual growl from his throat, a purring sound that reverberated deep within the giant, spectral creature's chest and through the entirety of his dark, shadowy body. His father had enjoyed such mayhem as this, but he was a different breed of monster, bound only by the same brutal and primal desires of his kind. Without intention, his shape began to change, back into a form most familiar to the devil; A form with hands, hands with which to teach her, or break her.

Sirius Revlis

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