A Wonderful Day For An Autopsy

N/A · 04-19-2013, 01:34 AM

Banshee watched in silence as the conversation continued. The only visual aspect of her still living, breathing form, was the rise and fall of her chest and the occasional flicker of an ear. The massive ebony beast remained utterly silent and motionless and Wraith's rampant movements seemed astronomical when placed in comparison. Her eyes, hollow, empty, pupiless, bore out at everyone and everything. Waiting, watching anticipating. Wraith was so finely intuned with her that he could tell by the seemingly unoticeable twitches what her mood remained. She was bored, docile... for the moment. Such a desire could change in the blink of an eye.

"Chase? Who said anything about a chase? Its fun to pin her down, watch her scream and writhe as tooth and fang tear through the gentle wall of her womb, gnawing about the unborn life within! Screams of agony, cries of pain and anguish! When you're as small as I am the bitch survives for much longer!" He cackled incessantly, his lithe body coiling around his mistress ear like a vice, claws bareing into the sensitive flesh. Banshee did not seem to care.

The male introduced himself and Wraith giggled, his hairless tail dipping between Banshee's eyes. he opened his mouth to speak, his own heartless eyes gleaming with hatred, when Banshee shifted. It was a slight movement. A shifting of her weight from the right to the left but it was enough to utterly silence the rat. he clung to her, sharply and then... vanished. Over the thick crown of her head and down into the lengthy bit of fur down the nape of her neck. He compacted himself in a ball out of sight and out of view.

"Banshee...is my name." Wraith trembled as the mockery of broken English escaped her larynx, it was a thick tremor. A base that rumbled about in her chest. Banshee never spoke, Banshee rarely spoke, something had caught her attention and that... was never a good sign.

Speech,

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