Blood Falls
Hello!
Fast, like a cat swiping its paw after a buzzing fly, Miin's head turns in the direction of the new arrival. All four of her eyes narrow into threatening daggers as she look through the pink mist of the falls toward the source of the noise. A boy, perhaps, though supple like a female, causing the demented maiden's mind to swirl. His body is covered in a thick pelt, much thicker than her own, and he is short. Definitely shorter than her. Probably shorter than most, almost like a child. Contempt in her eyes fades into something less menacing, though just as disturbing.
A sick interest is taken in this new... puzzle. Miin's maws open into a smile, misplaced next to the still oddly violent expression on her face.
Do you live here?
Miin seemingly ignores the question.
"Hello, fluffy," she renames the boy suddenly, caring not what his true name was. She steps closer toward the ledge upon which he stands above her, squinting to try to make out more details about the creature against the pallid light of the winter sun. "What brings you to see the precious, hmmm? Did you miss her too?"
Then, as if distracted, the witch turns her head back toward the crimson waters. The fuzzy thing on the ledge could wait. She wanted to see her beloved bloody waters. For a moment, she is perfectly still and calm. The sound of crashing waves soothes her enough to remain still and quiet, but it is short-lived. Remembering the second question asked, her eyes lazily roll over to the boy high above. She attempts to keep at least one eye watching the churning, violent waters a few feet away.
"Miin lives here, fluffy one, yes she does," the old hag croons to him sweetly from one of her maws. Then, quickly, another barks in a sharper tone of voice. "Though, she hasn't lived within the crimson waters for years, not since those filthy, no-good sunstealers took them." A hissing noise escapes the third, and her face turns black with malice for just a moment. Then, she turns her face completely up toward the pegasus.
Her eyes are empty voids, and the smiles plastered on her lips look anything but happy.
"You're not one of the nasty thieves, are you fluffy?"
""
Fast, like a cat swiping its paw after a buzzing fly, Miin's head turns in the direction of the new arrival. All four of her eyes narrow into threatening daggers as she look through the pink mist of the falls toward the source of the noise. A boy, perhaps, though supple like a female, causing the demented maiden's mind to swirl. His body is covered in a thick pelt, much thicker than her own, and he is short. Definitely shorter than her. Probably shorter than most, almost like a child. Contempt in her eyes fades into something less menacing, though just as disturbing.
A sick interest is taken in this new... puzzle. Miin's maws open into a smile, misplaced next to the still oddly violent expression on her face.
Do you live here?
Miin seemingly ignores the question.
"Hello, fluffy," she renames the boy suddenly, caring not what his true name was. She steps closer toward the ledge upon which he stands above her, squinting to try to make out more details about the creature against the pallid light of the winter sun. "What brings you to see the precious, hmmm? Did you miss her too?"
Then, as if distracted, the witch turns her head back toward the crimson waters. The fuzzy thing on the ledge could wait. She wanted to see her beloved bloody waters. For a moment, she is perfectly still and calm. The sound of crashing waves soothes her enough to remain still and quiet, but it is short-lived. Remembering the second question asked, her eyes lazily roll over to the boy high above. She attempts to keep at least one eye watching the churning, violent waters a few feet away.
"Miin lives here, fluffy one, yes she does," the old hag croons to him sweetly from one of her maws. Then, quickly, another barks in a sharper tone of voice. "Though, she hasn't lived within the crimson waters for years, not since those filthy, no-good sunstealers took them." A hissing noise escapes the third, and her face turns black with malice for just a moment. Then, she turns her face completely up toward the pegasus.
Her eyes are empty voids, and the smiles plastered on her lips look anything but happy.
"You're not one of the nasty thieves, are you fluffy?"
""
so use your fingers, darling,
and tear away at the restraints they call the body.
it's the temporary things that rip us apart,
for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces.
and tear away at the restraints they call the body.
it's the temporary things that rip us apart,
for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces.
Miin
