01-18-2009, 10:49 PM
[html]just because i came to visit doesn't mean you have to hide.
i'll be waiting on the side of your house,
with an empty bodybag
and a loaded forty-five.
Eyes wide in horror, each hair of his mane on end, the creature looked toward the tree branches as they reached unbidden for him. Bony, gnarled fingers with nails like knives that longed to claw at his flesh and tear out his eyes. Breath rose in a mist around his muzzle, metallic taste of fear burning on his lips. The Prince of Fear moved fluidly through the woods toward the smell of the ocean that carried on the frozen wind. There was another scent somehow familiar, and yet unknown to the beast. A smell that reminded him of Mother, and yet he could not place it. It lured him like a trap, bidding the coyote like a moth toward an open flame. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, yet cause them to glow with a pale white light. Everything else was veiled in darkness, and the Prince moved through the shadows relying more on his sense of smell than sight.
Trees finally gave way to grassland, followed by jagged stone and sand. The rough, shifting surface made the creature's thoughts hurt, cringing with each step as his paws slightly sank through the sand and snow. The ocean was a dark shifting mass in the distance--the crash of waves a constant rhythm like the pounding of his own heart in his ears. He receded into the depths of a near cave, crouching in the back and snarling at the Shadows. There were too many in his head. He couldn't even remember his own name anymore. Something bubbled beneath the surface, but he couldn't grasp it. Like attempting to hold water in his bare hands, it kept slipping away just as it seemed to be close. There were two others like him in his consciousness, but they were independent, while connected. They knew things he knew, yet they kept their secrets.
His breath billowed around his muzzle, rising like a constant cloud around his face as his breath sawed between his teeth. There was something out there moving around--he could hear it. Feet that sounded each the size of a grown wolf shuffling through the sand and snow, edging ever closer. Did it sense him as he sensed it? A roar broke through the night air, echoing across his eardrums like the screams of a thousand dying souls. He laughed, a soft sound that broke the deathly rhythm of his lungs. Eyes trained on the shadows without, waiting for the monster to draw closer.[/html]
i'll be waiting on the side of your house,
with an empty bodybag
and a loaded forty-five.
Eyes wide in horror, each hair of his mane on end, the creature looked toward the tree branches as they reached unbidden for him. Bony, gnarled fingers with nails like knives that longed to claw at his flesh and tear out his eyes. Breath rose in a mist around his muzzle, metallic taste of fear burning on his lips. The Prince of Fear moved fluidly through the woods toward the smell of the ocean that carried on the frozen wind. There was another scent somehow familiar, and yet unknown to the beast. A smell that reminded him of Mother, and yet he could not place it. It lured him like a trap, bidding the coyote like a moth toward an open flame. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, yet cause them to glow with a pale white light. Everything else was veiled in darkness, and the Prince moved through the shadows relying more on his sense of smell than sight.
Trees finally gave way to grassland, followed by jagged stone and sand. The rough, shifting surface made the creature's thoughts hurt, cringing with each step as his paws slightly sank through the sand and snow. The ocean was a dark shifting mass in the distance--the crash of waves a constant rhythm like the pounding of his own heart in his ears. He receded into the depths of a near cave, crouching in the back and snarling at the Shadows. There were too many in his head. He couldn't even remember his own name anymore. Something bubbled beneath the surface, but he couldn't grasp it. Like attempting to hold water in his bare hands, it kept slipping away just as it seemed to be close. There were two others like him in his consciousness, but they were independent, while connected. They knew things he knew, yet they kept their secrets.
His breath billowed around his muzzle, rising like a constant cloud around his face as his breath sawed between his teeth. There was something out there moving around--he could hear it. Feet that sounded each the size of a grown wolf shuffling through the sand and snow, edging ever closer. Did it sense him as he sensed it? A roar broke through the night air, echoing across his eardrums like the screams of a thousand dying souls. He laughed, a soft sound that broke the deathly rhythm of his lungs. Eyes trained on the shadows without, waiting for the monster to draw closer.[/html]