Post by Rxy - Sen on Jun 29, 2009 20:19:17 GMT -5
Fear,
Dig the heart out of them.
This is not even personal,
Its just a game, you crying shame,
You don't even know my name,
Everythings still true,
Its not that I just wanna kill you,
You disappointed me,
Too bad you don't agree with my point of view.
Jagged flints strike the terra with their rythmical stride. Dark orbs lulled about in their sockets, un-phased by the darkness about. Whipcord flicked and twitched at flappy buzzards, who stole her deep red nectar. They too craved for the warmth of another, craved to steal the very life of another, like herself. The thought travelled to her insides, who groaned and complained at their neglect.
Pelt glistenned in the moonlight, threads whipped about the built bodice as it worked toward its goal. Approaching a cleared area, Maw let out a sigh, bodice slowed to a walk.
Leaves twitched, audits fixed onto the sound. Stilts crouched, bodice closer to the ground. Nape slung forward, for a view, young fae and elder doe grazed under a willow. Stomach groaned, wanted them now.
Peds carried the crouched bodice inched closer, thoughtbox toyed with which to go for. Young fae flesh was stringy, and hard to tear. Elder doe was more worked, softer, didn't bleed as much though. The Elder it was.
The young stood close to its mother, Sendoa came up behind the two of them, equine's pace away. Coiling her stilts into springs almost, she pounced. Sinking her enamels into the flesh, feeling the gush of blood fill her maw. She watched, the young fae flee, as its mother cried out in agony. That would be an interesting catch another day.
Dragging the wriggling carcass out into a cleared bit, she sat on the terra, prey inbetween her fron stilts. Tearing from it, piece by piece. Keeping an eye out for anyone who felt it okay to share.
She, surely did not.
Any Second now..
Can I begin?
This is the time,
This is the day,
I am the Hunter.
You are the prey.
This game will be over,
Far before you even realize you are a part of it.
--
[OOC: Click her name in my sig for a pic.]
Dig the heart out of them.
This is not even personal,
Its just a game, you crying shame,
You don't even know my name,
Everythings still true,
Its not that I just wanna kill you,
You disappointed me,
Too bad you don't agree with my point of view.
Jagged flints strike the terra with their rythmical stride. Dark orbs lulled about in their sockets, un-phased by the darkness about. Whipcord flicked and twitched at flappy buzzards, who stole her deep red nectar. They too craved for the warmth of another, craved to steal the very life of another, like herself. The thought travelled to her insides, who groaned and complained at their neglect.
Pelt glistenned in the moonlight, threads whipped about the built bodice as it worked toward its goal. Approaching a cleared area, Maw let out a sigh, bodice slowed to a walk.
Leaves twitched, audits fixed onto the sound. Stilts crouched, bodice closer to the ground. Nape slung forward, for a view, young fae and elder doe grazed under a willow. Stomach groaned, wanted them now.
Peds carried the crouched bodice inched closer, thoughtbox toyed with which to go for. Young fae flesh was stringy, and hard to tear. Elder doe was more worked, softer, didn't bleed as much though. The Elder it was.
The young stood close to its mother, Sendoa came up behind the two of them, equine's pace away. Coiling her stilts into springs almost, she pounced. Sinking her enamels into the flesh, feeling the gush of blood fill her maw. She watched, the young fae flee, as its mother cried out in agony. That would be an interesting catch another day.
Dragging the wriggling carcass out into a cleared bit, she sat on the terra, prey inbetween her fron stilts. Tearing from it, piece by piece. Keeping an eye out for anyone who felt it okay to share.
She, surely did not.
Any Second now..
Can I begin?
This is the time,
This is the day,
I am the Hunter.
You are the prey.
This game will be over,
Far before you even realize you are a part of it.
--
[OOC: Click her name in my sig for a pic.]