Prayers for the damned
Regret washed over her like the long slow waves on a shallow beach. Each wave was icy cold and sent shivers down her spine. Her mind drifted as she took another bite of the offering, chewing slowly, nonchalantly; melancholy, that bitter sweet sentiment filled her anatomical heart. Her mind took her away to times long lived but never forgotten; she lived in fear, panic striked her every single day of that life, of her old life. She was a mere pup, a few seasons older than her own, when her mother had died and they were forced to eat her corpse in order to survive the hunger they felt within their every bone and fiber. They went on different paths and many times before she longed to go back and take a different path, but time does not go back, time it is unforgiving and it was impossible. There was no way back. There was no way to make it right. The remorse would eat at her everyday of her life. She envied the pebbles, hard and lifeless, unable to feel the torments of life. I pity you because I have been in your place. the babe began softly, highly above a whisper and yet at the sound of her voice a feline pad stepped from the shadows as a warning to his Mistress. This female was not to be trusted. It is alright Alphonse. she muttered towards the feline before her gaze returned upon the beat up slave. Foolish girl. his timbre was dark, edgy and filled with concern as he stepped outside of the shadows. His lean obdisian body moved with feral grace towards the three devil chops that his Mistress brought into this cruel world. Suspicious eyes fell upon Eulogy before he curled around the nest, making sure the spawns do not drift too far. The bronze Goddess took another piece of the offering fish from between the slave own jaws, I have been a slave and an object to men pleasure from the time I was but a pup. she continued after the interruption of her loyal servant. But I had the strenght to release myself from the chains that bound me. if possible her frame seemed larger, taller, the tip of her tail straightened in dominance. Her position regained her regal allure upon her statement; she was the embodiment of sensuality, utter carnality, seduction and sin. The seven deadly sins were deadly only for the incapable, she welcomed it, she danced with the devil and sang his sinful song. What good it is a shelter if you are a prisoner under it? her cinnamon brow arched in question, fiery orange gaze that was swimming in a pool or violet watched her closely, registering her movements just as she was the first time they met. Hannibal will not release you. she changed her weight, grazing her elongated, braided tail along the side of her subs, taking another loving gaze upon them before it retorted back to the slave woman; facial expression changing the moment her optics landed on her, no longer was the same loving expression like for her devil chops, no. Ice cold and regretful eyes watched her. I will not release you. she stated, her hisses hold a tremendous strenght, like they were being released from the pits of her throat. Your fate is sealed. |
