Post by ATTY on Jan 12, 2012 20:47:31 GMT -8
finished <3 an honest length for me. No point vomiting useless words when I wouldn't normally.
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The dark curled around my shape like the serpent’s tongue did across my dark lips, and like medusa my eyes bore through the shadows fearlessly, unafraid to glance over everything and anything. It was all mine now – mine to shape and influence like I would the inhabitants of this land. So with another wet slide of the tongue, I supressed a gulp of great hunger, for a need to satiate my urges. But that would come, those souls would soon find themselves caged in my own little world, here in the absolution of darkness.
It was only the beginning for Tuathia - rumours and gossip had yet to be spread about the new dark beta, about his unorthodox ways and severe disciplinary methods. A shiver of delight rocked me gently, and I curled my draft neck to my chest, enjoying the sensation as tendons slipped over muscles, pulling and twisting.
I had Ventus to centre my energy on for the next years, a scrawny colt orphaned at birth, and he was all mine to manipulate now – to shape into the next teacher. And if in time he rejected my material, I’d kill him - there was no room for error in my preaching. There was conversion or the afterlife, and I was the escort to either. I searched the gloom briefly, hunting for his ember-coloured skin, but it was all unfamiliar and foreign, and I shrank back into myself, content for the moment.
Tipped my head, I offered the moon a silent leer of green-eyed indifference, licked my lips again, cocked a lazy back hoof onto its point, and waited. But what I waited for had yet to be determined – the moonset, Ventus, a visitor in the night, or the cry of a desperate world about to be wounded.
