07-28-2009, 01:36 AM
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Samael found beauty in the world. The blood dripping from a wound was beautiful—open gashes and delicate, dark bruises blooming across exposed skin. The decay of one’s body, disintegrating back into the earth as maggots devoured the flesh enraptured the monstrous beast. And especially he found loveliness in the life slowly fading from one’s eyes, allowing the blank, glassy look of death to fill vision only moments ago so filled with fire and fear. Kaena in his eyes embodied all these things and more, so covered in scars and stinking of bloodshed. He adored her and everything she’d done, taking pleasure in the sea of bodies his lovely mother left in her wake. He moved beside her in the sand, twining one foot against hers and embracing her with his arm across her pale-furred belly. He pressed closed, intentionally keeping his belly to the sand, shielding any obvious signs of arousal from the silver woman should they manifest. She did not need that, already disturbed by her hellish son’s incestuous revelation. Thin muzzle rested against her shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of her dark hair. “Where did you go?” he asked, so curious as to what intrigue within the world had stolen his mother away for so long.
She hadn’t returned with that strange, dark brat from Rachias’ litter, and honestly the tawny monster hoped she was dead. The less creatures vying for his mother’s affection the better, for Samael had been honestly jealous of her newest litter when they’d been born. He, Razekiel, and Ahemait had been her favorite, raised away and in absolute seclusion for much of their childhood. They’d been her proudest, her most loved (at least, in his eyes), and then those new brats had come along and he’d been forgotten. Samael had wished to kill them, sneaking into the den and snapping their tiny necks during the night in a rare moment when Kaena left them alone. But that’d mean facing her wrath and eternal rejection, for the moment she’d found out what he’d done, she’d surely have struck out at him. Family meant so much to her, and the woman loved all of her children. And so he’d swallowed back the bitterness and loneliness, watching from afar as she fawned over some other puppies, and then vanished without a trace or a single word of farewell.
Samael found beauty in the world. The blood dripping from a wound was beautiful—open gashes and delicate, dark bruises blooming across exposed skin. The decay of one’s body, disintegrating back into the earth as maggots devoured the flesh enraptured the monstrous beast. And especially he found loveliness in the life slowly fading from one’s eyes, allowing the blank, glassy look of death to fill vision only moments ago so filled with fire and fear. Kaena in his eyes embodied all these things and more, so covered in scars and stinking of bloodshed. He adored her and everything she’d done, taking pleasure in the sea of bodies his lovely mother left in her wake. He moved beside her in the sand, twining one foot against hers and embracing her with his arm across her pale-furred belly. He pressed closed, intentionally keeping his belly to the sand, shielding any obvious signs of arousal from the silver woman should they manifest. She did not need that, already disturbed by her hellish son’s incestuous revelation. Thin muzzle rested against her shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of her dark hair. “Where did you go?” he asked, so curious as to what intrigue within the world had stolen his mother away for so long.
She hadn’t returned with that strange, dark brat from Rachias’ litter, and honestly the tawny monster hoped she was dead. The less creatures vying for his mother’s affection the better, for Samael had been honestly jealous of her newest litter when they’d been born. He, Razekiel, and Ahemait had been her favorite, raised away and in absolute seclusion for much of their childhood. They’d been her proudest, her most loved (at least, in his eyes), and then those new brats had come along and he’d been forgotten. Samael had wished to kill them, sneaking into the den and snapping their tiny necks during the night in a rare moment when Kaena left them alone. But that’d mean facing her wrath and eternal rejection, for the moment she’d found out what he’d done, she’d surely have struck out at him. Family meant so much to her, and the woman loved all of her children. And so he’d swallowed back the bitterness and loneliness, watching from afar as she fawned over some other puppies, and then vanished without a trace or a single word of farewell.