SEMPITERNAL
09-16-2013, 08:04 PM
With a part of me gone and its hard to hold To a person that I used to know And it kills me inside I am buried alive I am nothing but flesh over bone Steam, it dripped off her coat like molten stars. The velvet warmth had turned to a blaze. She could almost hear it hiss into the ground as she walked. The world had forsaken her, even the stars shinned duly around her. Her ears flicked backwards as she heard the distinguishable sound of pushing water. The chill had broken deep into the meat of someone?s body and they south out the comfort of the warm waters. Nothing comforted her anymore. Nothing but the thought of decaying flesh, wrapped around polished bone, and a gaping skull with eyes removed and the mouth filled with writhing maggots. Her lips curled upright in a snide smile at the thought but that once bubbling curiosity still plagued the depths of her core and she could not bare to walk past the sound that beckoned to her. Feminine in nature the aroma was close but faint. Water had diluted the aroma. Her violet eyes found purchase on a smaller frame then her own. She was still dubbed a youth regardless if she felt her innocence ripped from her. She felt eons old since the death of her father and the dethroning of her mother. Everything was still haunting her mind and nothing sooth her, not even her rock, he was everything to her at some point but she had forgotten what it was to love. What it was to smile. Now all that greater her was destruction and death if she only knew her cousin Disaster, they would have gotten along so well. Her tail swayed as she spotted the pup almost fully submerged in the depths of the heated water. She was feeling intrusive and embraced the feeling by allowing her body to touch the heated waters. It bit into her flesh but she felt nothing. Her merely allowed her paws to touch the waters edge but didn?t completely invade the pool the female inhabited. Her violet eyes watched emotionless at the female as her vibrations rippled across the waters surface. Her head was tilted ever so gently to the right as that wicked smile still cupped her features and she said not a word. Merely peered into the depths of the child and watched. Speech, |