Rainforest Cliffs
He was not left alone for long—he heard her long before he should've, had he been anything less than something stitched together from four mad, dead gods. Still, he wished for peace in this task, his sharp teeth picking apart the soft flesh and dragging the bones from the body. He longed for solitude and silence, for the embrace of Caevoc's cloak, for some mystery to shroud him as he worked on what he should not work on.
He'd known from the first moment that her path would take her straight to him, so he raised his head to watch dispassionately as she slipped and hopped down the steep rock's face. Her surefootedness was impressive, but she did have the advantage of wings, should things go south for her.
His lips curled into a humorless smile.
She dropped onto the sands, bleeding the thick, black godsblood, its flowers pooling around her feet; her smile too jagged in her young and perfect face. Something beautiful, ruined by the darkness within. Kisamoa's eyes closed.
"Can I help you, sir?" and for a moment, the only reply she got was a tremendous sigh.
Then she giggled, and one of his eyes cracked open. That.. was unexpected?
(I'll show you unexpected—)
His tail twitched, his lips pulled back to bare mismatched fangs, and he barked out a laugh. "If you're careful, sugarcakes," he said with another pull on his lips, returning his attention to the dead Pistris. "Help me get the bones out of this thing, but—" And his full attention, irises sparking up with vivid blue lights, turned on her, "—don't. notch. them." The smirk he gave her was unpleasant. "Or else I'll tear a bone from your body and use. Got it?"
[ For clarification, sharks do not have bones, but the Pistris does have bones in its arm-like fins! ]
He'd known from the first moment that her path would take her straight to him, so he raised his head to watch dispassionately as she slipped and hopped down the steep rock's face. Her surefootedness was impressive, but she did have the advantage of wings, should things go south for her.
His lips curled into a humorless smile.
She dropped onto the sands, bleeding the thick, black godsblood, its flowers pooling around her feet; her smile too jagged in her young and perfect face. Something beautiful, ruined by the darkness within. Kisamoa's eyes closed.
"Can I help you, sir?" and for a moment, the only reply she got was a tremendous sigh.
Then she giggled, and one of his eyes cracked open. That.. was unexpected?
(I'll show you unexpected—)
His tail twitched, his lips pulled back to bare mismatched fangs, and he barked out a laugh. "If you're careful, sugarcakes," he said with another pull on his lips, returning his attention to the dead Pistris. "Help me get the bones out of this thing, but—" And his full attention, irises sparking up with vivid blue lights, turned on her, "—don't. notch. them." The smirk he gave her was unpleasant. "Or else I'll tear a bone from your body and use. Got it?"
[ For clarification, sharks do not have bones, but the Pistris does have bones in its arm-like fins! ]
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
