[M] I threw us into the flames
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There was a burning brand that singed him, fingers that fell against flesh and left a permanent mark sizzled deep within his consciousness. It was not an insignia of claiming, nor of ownership, but the kind of wound left by a scar that told a specific story. It was written on the slate of his pages, written that the beast had found a challenger to meet him on every level, and that they two would be united by this immortality until distance and loss tore them apart.


The other's glittering pearl teeth were met by the yellow glint of his own, a vapid half-snarl, filled with a terrible menace and a terrible longing. Two cages, holding within them the words and the sentiments expressed by mere mortals when such kindred spirits met; They were not fools for such wanton words, though, not poets spewing plastic prose at one another. Their reality was in the glimmer of saliva as it strung between deadly knives, the ivory glitter of an eyeball as it caught the sheen of the fluorescent moon.


Ezekiel arched against him, and the serpent hissed, breath whistling from his clenched maw. Narrowed pupils were lost to the mass of acidic green that swamped them, two glowing pinpoints of poisonous glory in the deep darkness of this night. Cream palms placed themselves on either side of the golden man's head, wicked claws digging deep into the softly rotten earth, burying themselves there so that they might refrain from burying in heated, bloodied flesh. The eagle's digits twisted in the dark locks of raven that spilled from his regal crown, spilled across the upturned, snarling face of the other as the space between them shrank.


His dark words were all that were required, all that the beast needed to allow himself to roam. In this state of pseudo dominance, his hands moved to possess the frame below, claws raking hungrily over muscles planes haloed by golden fur. "Tu sei mia, questa notte" The growl ebbed lowly from tightened jaw, maw moving that it could breath such heated words into the Eagle's waiting hark, "And I yours." Teeth grasped the thin skin and cartilage there, gave a demanding tug.



Sirius Revlis
Hail the Conqueror Worm
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