Death Before My Eyes
05-15-2014, 09:30 PM
The beast had found herself in a new kind of paradise today. She had ventured out before the sun had risen this morning, and now she came upon what seemed to be a lake of some black liquid. Her massive figure came to a graceless stop near the edge of the pit, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the stink. This material was not something she had experienced before, but already she knew it would not be wise to toy with it. Her eyes caught several clusters of corpses and bones, victims to the strange ebony liquid. They, of course, were the sources of the awful smell. But the malicious female quickly started to enjoy the aroma of death, and soon that terrible smile resurfaced. As always, it was crooked and broken, ready to strike fear into any weak heart. Her one good eye gleamed with hunger. What she wouldn't give to see a live creature struggling here. Perhaps she would get the chance. So the hideous woman settled onto her haunches with a grunt, the smile still in place. She stared at the thick lake, marveling at the way it bubbled and stirred. Her ragged black tail brushed along the dry earth as she watched it, waiting for another victim to come along. Oh, how she would love to see the struggle. Her stomach tightened with anticipation as the day stretched on. Walk. "Talk." Think. |