THE SECRET SIDE of ME
03-12-2013, 08:08 PM
Thank you Chesh ♥ An unknown entity had dragged her back to the savage area she had visited not but a season ago when she had proposed the collaboration with Kaien. Although she had been quite pleased with the wonders her persuasion had granted her, the desire for a brawl and the addictive adrenaline that accompanied it had left her feeling slightly disappointed when the young king had refused to fight with her. Sure, what had occurred was the easier route and had benefited the both of them, but Morphine could not help but succumb to the curiosity of what could have been. She could have perished at the paws of the male had both of their urges to reign superior outweighed all other of their desires, could have splattered the earth beneath her paws with her own life-sustaining liquid, or could have lost her sanity in the heat of the battle and murdered the behemoth in the process. The thoughts were so vivid within the sanctuary of her mind that they drowned all others, and soon, the only scene before her metallic and unfeeling eyes was that of which her mind had painted; reality had faded into nothingness and had left her with surroundings that were only conjured from her darkest nightmares ? or were they her sweetest dreams? A smirk fell across her porcelain visage, but it was unlike the trademarked expression that contorted her features at every turn. No; it was an expression foreign to the wench?s countenance ? one that appeared as if it did not belong to one as sane as the pallid bitch. All she could do was adorn the hellish grin as she stampeded out into the open battlefield, her breath shaky and rapid as her pupils darted from carcasses stained crimson and ripped from greedy scavengers and cannibalistic fiends ? both real and imaginary. Each lifeless corpse she encountered only drained her sanity and invited more of their kin to greet her welcoming eyes. A gasp escaped her lungs abruptly as she happened upon one corpse in particular, the grin widening across her countenance as she stepped around to its limp skull, staring into the blank and lifeless silver eyes that greeted her there. She pressed her frigid nose to its chest dampened with blood, allowing the fresh liquid to paint her muzzle red. Oh.. What a pity. I quite liked you, dear friend of mine? Speech. Thought. 397 words. |
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