burn my lungs and curse my eyes
10-13-2014, 03:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-13-2014, 03:22 PM by Lillyth.)
How curious this place was, a kingdom of rot and decay. Everything crumbled where it stood; the ocean was stealing back it's vessels, and the earth taking back it's stones. One day this would not exist, and no one else would get to see the glorious, slow death of what was once something so archaically beautiful. The charcoal bitch wandered across cracked tarmac, observing the dying landscapes with a disdainfully removed gaze. Mercury and sanguine orbs scanned over it all, taking in the tarnished metal of abandoned vehicles and dust coated glass of windows, watching her like the dead eyes of a rotted carcass. It was all so delightfully broken, so wonderfully falling apart. It must have been so chaotic, in the time before this place was abandoned. What had driven it's inhabitants away so quickly they had left everything to watch where it lay? Plague? Invasion? A silent killer, something invisible until it was too late. Her entire form quivered at the thought of an attack by her own kind, the demons, had they come here? Had they wiped the pitiful colony who had once lived in this forgotten realm from the face of the earth? A delighted growl slipped past her onyx lips, and she masked wraith felt a flash of hunger for some destruction by her own hand. She wanted to rend someone, or something, flesh from bones and consume it. Yes, that would be wondrous right about now. Devious grin would spread across her severe features, and her pace would be picked up. She had to find something to destroy, and she had to be quick about it, or she might burst. It would take no time at all for her long, slender limbs to propel her at a gallop, seeking a poor little scoundrel to take apart. Her grin would soon be twisted into a malicious snarl, as she sought her quarry. There. |