Mar 10, 2016 14:12:46 GMT -6
Post by Sinner on Mar 10, 2016 14:12:46 GMT -6
Clambering hoofbeats melded their slapping voices with the splashing of thick mud and the watery slush of melting snow. A manic, cackling laugh gargled up from a parched throat, sounding painful in the air, but whimsical in a way that was also deeply terrifying. Sinner was walking juxtaposition in some ways. His child-like wonder, his playfulness, scrunched up beside his lust for death and killing and his horrific appearance.
"Splash, splash, splash!" The onyx beast, his bones protruding, his thin frame smashing its breakable-looking forelegs down into the mud, yelled into the air, each word louder, more disturbing than the rest. Mud was flung in all directions, coating the ghoulish brute's dark pelt with brown muck, dripping down from his face and chest to coat his legs thoroughly with filth. A black bird circled ominously overhead, a scavenger, a crow that Sinner had found in a forest far away from here. He was about to kill and eat it, but the creature had offered to play instead, so Sinner spared its life, something he had never done for a potential meal.
"FLY! Come down, come plaaay!" The brid simply cawed in return, as if it was respectfully declining, not wanting to get its feathers wet. "Fine, no fun for Fly then," the bony beast cooed, slapping at the mud with his right front leg, pretending to look sad. The bird didn't acknowledge this, and simply continued to circle its companion, as if waiting to pick off the remains of Sinner's next feast.
"Splash, splash, splash!" The onyx beast, his bones protruding, his thin frame smashing its breakable-looking forelegs down into the mud, yelled into the air, each word louder, more disturbing than the rest. Mud was flung in all directions, coating the ghoulish brute's dark pelt with brown muck, dripping down from his face and chest to coat his legs thoroughly with filth. A black bird circled ominously overhead, a scavenger, a crow that Sinner had found in a forest far away from here. He was about to kill and eat it, but the creature had offered to play instead, so Sinner spared its life, something he had never done for a potential meal.
"FLY! Come down, come plaaay!" The brid simply cawed in return, as if it was respectfully declining, not wanting to get its feathers wet. "Fine, no fun for Fly then," the bony beast cooed, slapping at the mud with his right front leg, pretending to look sad. The bird didn't acknowledge this, and simply continued to circle its companion, as if waiting to pick off the remains of Sinner's next feast.
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by ♛befera
Like an alabaster comet she soared over the Wastelands, in her hands she held the sparkle and the everlasting joy her life begot her - and in her bones she beheld the strength and the resilience given to her by the earth. As she was, Yolandi was perpetually lost in a world that provided to her a childlike wonder, a lively rapture that encompassed all things living and dead. She was a compass that never pointed north, a falling star to the eyes of a million wishing children. She was present and immersed in the process of living her life - impish and dominant, with nobody in the world that she would apologise to, and nobody that could force her to lose herself. She adored everyone until they proved her wrong: and this man was no different.