Blood Falls
08-02-2018, 02:01 PM
Korri skitters like a frightened rabbit atop the cliff, but Miin is preoccupied in her rage and distaste, filling the imagery on the card with all sorts of violent emotion.
The boy peers over the edge, his face small, delicate, soft. The crazed maiden's eyes twist and twirl, skimming his flesh from a decent space, her maws opening to breathe in the air wafting down. Feminine, like a rose protected by thorns, that is what she senses. Her eyes narrow again, looking at the soft boy and then she cackles. "Ah, I see, I see," she says quite flatly, surprising for one normally so emotive.
No, but I'm looking for them.
Another hiss comes from the direction of the odd unicorn, displeased with his quarry. "Seek not those rotten thieves, fluffy," her voice is sharp and dark, like a knife pressed against your ear drums. "They are not to be trusted, definitely not."
The rest of his words become like a giant blur, brief impressions of whatever he was originally saying. Korri. History of this place. Why are they allowed to be here?
Miin begins to hum, her brain a flurry of activity with no outlet, and she turns her face toward the golden boy on the ledge. For several seconds, she is completely still. Her face slackens, eyelids drooping around those endless pools of black. A sudden snap of activity tugs her lips to malevolent grins.
"Sure, fluffy, come stand by Miin," she coos, turning to look back at the falls as one of her maws screeches with intense volume. "Miin will take care of the little orphan boy." A giggle, childish and almost sweet, escapes the other pair of mouths.
Backtracking, the elder mare begins to sway back and forth on her matchstick limbs. Like a skyscraper built on flexible joints, waving ceaselessly in the wind. "Their home was ripped apart, fluffy," she begins, thinking how best to describe the utter nothingness that was formerly known as Helovia. Her voice is surprisingly calm and quiet, though a sadistic purr underlies the otherwise placid words. "So they were pulled into the Portal - just like you, fluffy, just like you."
"Have you ever wondered, fluffy, what comes after death? Miin can tell you - she has been dead many times. After death there is a big expanse of nothing but serenity; time expands and dilates, swirls and jerks about you. You feel no pain. You feel no sorrow. You do not know loss. You just are. For how long? You cannot tell.
"Waking up is the painful part, fluffy. Breathing air so sharp and cold into your lungs. Feeling those old emotions, so powerful yet too distant to resolve. Being dead is easy, fluffy. It is living that is hard."
Gleefully, she smiles, looking back toward Korri with all the intensity of a freight train hitting a wall at full speed.
"And that's why they are alive, fluffy," laughter chokes her throat for a moment, her heart filling with sick delight. Hacking, the crone finally settles enough to finish speaking. "They are alive so they can feel every loss and every emotion. They can see the familiar lands stolen by greed and stupidity, and remember all those distant things with painful clarity."
"May they never know the bliss that is death, for she is too lovely for them."
""
The boy peers over the edge, his face small, delicate, soft. The crazed maiden's eyes twist and twirl, skimming his flesh from a decent space, her maws opening to breathe in the air wafting down. Feminine, like a rose protected by thorns, that is what she senses. Her eyes narrow again, looking at the soft boy and then she cackles. "Ah, I see, I see," she says quite flatly, surprising for one normally so emotive.
No, but I'm looking for them.
Another hiss comes from the direction of the odd unicorn, displeased with his quarry. "Seek not those rotten thieves, fluffy," her voice is sharp and dark, like a knife pressed against your ear drums. "They are not to be trusted, definitely not."
The rest of his words become like a giant blur, brief impressions of whatever he was originally saying. Korri. History of this place. Why are they allowed to be here?
Miin begins to hum, her brain a flurry of activity with no outlet, and she turns her face toward the golden boy on the ledge. For several seconds, she is completely still. Her face slackens, eyelids drooping around those endless pools of black. A sudden snap of activity tugs her lips to malevolent grins.
"Sure, fluffy, come stand by Miin," she coos, turning to look back at the falls as one of her maws screeches with intense volume. "Miin will take care of the little orphan boy." A giggle, childish and almost sweet, escapes the other pair of mouths.
Backtracking, the elder mare begins to sway back and forth on her matchstick limbs. Like a skyscraper built on flexible joints, waving ceaselessly in the wind. "Their home was ripped apart, fluffy," she begins, thinking how best to describe the utter nothingness that was formerly known as Helovia. Her voice is surprisingly calm and quiet, though a sadistic purr underlies the otherwise placid words. "So they were pulled into the Portal - just like you, fluffy, just like you."
"Have you ever wondered, fluffy, what comes after death? Miin can tell you - she has been dead many times. After death there is a big expanse of nothing but serenity; time expands and dilates, swirls and jerks about you. You feel no pain. You feel no sorrow. You do not know loss. You just are. For how long? You cannot tell.
"Waking up is the painful part, fluffy. Breathing air so sharp and cold into your lungs. Feeling those old emotions, so powerful yet too distant to resolve. Being dead is easy, fluffy. It is living that is hard."
Gleefully, she smiles, looking back toward Korri with all the intensity of a freight train hitting a wall at full speed.
"And that's why they are alive, fluffy," laughter chokes her throat for a moment, her heart filling with sick delight. Hacking, the crone finally settles enough to finish speaking. "They are alive so they can feel every loss and every emotion. They can see the familiar lands stolen by greed and stupidity, and remember all those distant things with painful clarity."
"May they never know the bliss that is death, for she is too lovely for them."
""
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
[ ooc - Let me know if you want me to change Miin looking into his past. :) ]
