Blood Falls
08-04-2018, 01:42 AM
You have died?
Miin ignores this inquiry entirely, too wrapped up in her diatribe about lady death. The soft steps bringing the plush body closer and closer, her maws snapping with each word. Closer and closer toward the aged, broken maiden. His wings fold and so he is trapped on the ground with her, at least for a few seconds.
Goodwill given toward a mad woman known to be a predator.
Though, for the most part, she may be harmless.
A soft purr is released from her lips as Korri explains his reasoning for finding the Helovians. Her eyes, heavy lidded, turn to look at his delicate features. Intoxicated with malevolent glee, the elder mare cackles with brilliant delight. "Oh, I see fluffy," her voice is sultry and smooth, starkly contrasted to her former shrill voice. "You want to punish them."
A sigh, fragile, so terribly fragile, escapes her lips.
"Yes, fluffy," she turns back toward the crimson waters, the glass beads of her mane clinking eerily. "Death is a sweetness, an escape from the horrors and injustices of the living." Her voice breaks down into a series of callous and harsh laughs, before her faces take on a darker shade of ill intent.
"Besides, fluffy, once you kill something, you can't really play cat and mouse anymore," she says, watching the brilliant crimson waters with all the intensity of a hurricane crashing against the beach. "Cat and dead mouse just isn't as fun."
""
Miin ignores this inquiry entirely, too wrapped up in her diatribe about lady death. The soft steps bringing the plush body closer and closer, her maws snapping with each word. Closer and closer toward the aged, broken maiden. His wings fold and so he is trapped on the ground with her, at least for a few seconds.
Goodwill given toward a mad woman known to be a predator.
Though, for the most part, she may be harmless.
A soft purr is released from her lips as Korri explains his reasoning for finding the Helovians. Her eyes, heavy lidded, turn to look at his delicate features. Intoxicated with malevolent glee, the elder mare cackles with brilliant delight. "Oh, I see fluffy," her voice is sultry and smooth, starkly contrasted to her former shrill voice. "You want to punish them."
A sigh, fragile, so terribly fragile, escapes her lips.
"Yes, fluffy," she turns back toward the crimson waters, the glass beads of her mane clinking eerily. "Death is a sweetness, an escape from the horrors and injustices of the living." Her voice breaks down into a series of callous and harsh laughs, before her faces take on a darker shade of ill intent.
"Besides, fluffy, once you kill something, you can't really play cat and mouse anymore," she says, watching the brilliant crimson waters with all the intensity of a hurricane crashing against the beach. "Cat and dead mouse just isn't as fun."
""
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
