Until I Devour You
09-24-2016, 12:44 PM
Above the powerful and overflowing mountain was a plume of hell's breath; billowing clouds of rolling smoke to smear like charcoal across the sky. Mount Volkan was sending the darkest of clouds to march like an army over it's claimed territory and shroud the presence of it's several molten rivers by blocking the lighter colored wisps above them. Light flecks of ash would drift down from those plumes, meandering delicately across the biome through the guidance of only gravity on this windless day.
He felt the ash kiss along his mantle, across his back and decorate his hind-quarters; for a man that already held a gray jacket, they were hardly noticeable, but he knew their presence and ever so slowly they calmed the beast gnawing at his insides and threatening to split open his jowls and make his grand escape right through his teeth. No, his blood pressure was working it's way to a calmer state while his pupils gradually sank to a size of normality while his thoughts veered toward fonder ones of his father from days of his youth. The ash reminded him of home- of his father's home, of days when his mother still had control over her mind and everything was perfect and promising. He closed his eyes and his limbs suddenly came to a complete stop, his neck ascending toward the soft touch of the ash to let it grace his facial features.
His father and the volcano were one in the same, this ash his warm and loving nuzzle and for the moment, Elias would allow him self to embrace his father's ghost while his thoughts remained peacefully quiet. It was something highly unusual, but in this moment he was safe from his volatile psyche and he would stay postured like this, his hind legs stretched out behind him like some sort of german shepherd while his neck stretched upward and his snout reached for the sky, for as long as he possibly could until the peace became out of reach once again.
It started in his chest, humming with low baritone bass and gradually increasing in volume as it made it's climb up through his vocal chords and hit them like wind finally caressing a chime. The howl was slow at first, with no real message carried on it's lyrics but rather a long and woeful song that started as a whisper and worked it's way into a compelling sonnet meant to serenade the ghost of his father with appreciation for his presence. It rang with a force he hoped that would carry it's way up to those dark clouds and die in their buffer, and it didn't stop until his lungs hurt beyond the limits of his strength to push through their pain and left him gasping for breath. Those bright, wide eyes finally opened once again as his skull fell forward and leveled out below his spine. His limbs squared around him as he stood there gasping, but out of the corner of his eye he could see a ghostly silhouette painted in old blood, he froze.
The thick neck of the giant twisted toward that silhouette, his skull turning slowly as he finally looked upon it and saw the face of a woman, not a ghost and no blood. His eyes shifted across her form, taking in the look of awe she seemed to watch him with but also the red color that covered the top of her entirety. It wasn't blood, but he'd had to be sure. He finally lifted his posture naturally, a habit that had formed from being birthed as a prince and violently thrown into the role of a king. His hackles prickled to life like the ruffling feathers of a raven around his shoulders as his ears stood tall and his entire frame turned to face her. His head rose dominantly above those flaring shoulders, set below a strong neck and a chest with lighter markings that accentuated it's chiseled tone similar to a husky. He looked to her as if uncertain, though finally his features softened as he confirmed.
"Another beating heart." A harsh clicking of his teeth closed the last syllable of his words,
"But, who does this one belong to?"
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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