Wool Of Bat, And Tongue Of Dog
02-14-2019, 12:46 AM
The outside world was nothing but moon speckled darkness, but at least it was not the kind of utter blackness that swallowed a person whole, it was instead a shadowy world painted in grey-scale. This was the time she prefered, she found delight in it and not only because it was the only time in the 24 hour day that she was able to see, no, it was the time that concealed her the bes. She was one with the shadows, one with the darkness, one with the evil that penetrated her from the moment she was just a pup and repeatedly fucked with her min over and over again. That is not true We are real. We exist. Shut up. We are here. Inside of you. We guide you. Protect you. WE ARE REAL Shut up! the thunderous snarl that left her jaws was accompanied by a snap of her murderous canines catching nothing but the salted wind within their grasp. She was not fanatic though her breath accelerated, chest raising and falling with each life-giving breath of the salty sea air. She knew her gifts were real, she knew the ghouls and spirits were just as real as her in her demented mind however she could enjoy a little piece and quiet no matter how much it angered the spirits. Anger. They were angry at her for taking too long to contact them properly, for taking to long to access the channel, maybe that is why they were not at ease anymore, maybe that is why they almost attacked the pregnant bitch days ago. Or maybe this land was not to their liking. Too much death. It stinks of it. The spider-witch was caught in a inner monologue, deep in though as it was the time to mourn her brothers. She could not hear, she could not see as cerulean gaze snapped shut and all senses were lost. Lost. Lost. Forever out of her grasp but loo and behold a voice out of no where. A ghoul? Again? The bitch turned on her heels with rapidity, snapping her ivories in the direction of the sound but she snapped her azure optics wide open and it was good that she did fore if she di dnot she could not stop mid-bite the moment she saw the half albino. It turned in him. Him turned in Hannibal. You are here. her vocals were more towards the silence. She fell.Oh, the witch fell on her knees in front of her brother. Theatricality at its finest. This was her stage and he was her audience and yet her sentiments could not be more real. My heart, wounded. she cried, the front of her paw was placed against her forehead, balancing her form on her three remaining limbs. Where have you been, oh, brother mine? her voice, pained, her cry, desperate.
Heed, and listen closely. |
