Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 12:18:33 GMT -8
Tonight she hunts alone, the predator in need of replenishment...
Hunger, not a pang of emptiness in her stomach but in her very being, her beast a companion and competitor, now awake and seeking to be sated for its own benefit as well as hers. Stirred by her anxiety, her desire to aid, to heal to protect her own, hungry and willing to take advantage of an offer made, what did he taste like… A whisper, the summons of a mentor, a guardian, a father, a friend; in his presence blood heavy on the air, his or not the beast manifested and made itself known. A dance, claws drawn across the ground, weight shifted, advantage calculated and then her will, control maintained, humanity winning. A taste from a bottle, an embrace for comfort, then dreamless sleep…
Laeldril could feel the canyon cool as Sol dipped below the horizon, as darkness embraced Nocturne she slipped from bed folding her armor and gear meticulously knowing he would check, knowing he would arrange them again… Free of the encumbrance of civilization she ran through the snow for the passage and the fields beyond. Cloaked in shadows she slipped through the nearest moongate and into the lands of fodder, lands that thrummed with beating hearts and pumping blood. Between the trees dancing in silence their firelight a beacon, a scream in the darkness that dinner was served, hot, fresh, unaware.
Men, brigands with loud mouths and louder egos, talk of breasts and legs and all in between; which of them had seen a naked woman in a month or longer… Tonight their last vision the ebony skin of a woman with breasts and legs and all in between. Claws extended, fangs bared tearing at their flesh, ripping into them, drinking deeply of their vitae, bathing in their blood till the snow of her hair clung crimson to her back, her eyes the blue of the glacier gone, replaced with the absence of color and humanity. How often were the packs of wolves and gypsies decimated by the fear of men, now fear returned from an ebony huntress decimating their gang, quieting their tongues, and hubris; leaving nothing to identify. Licking her claws clean, the beast within culled, a smile supple, sensual, seductive there were other appetites to sate…
Hunger, not a pang of emptiness in her stomach but in her very being, her beast a companion and competitor, now awake and seeking to be sated for its own benefit as well as hers. Stirred by her anxiety, her desire to aid, to heal to protect her own, hungry and willing to take advantage of an offer made, what did he taste like… A whisper, the summons of a mentor, a guardian, a father, a friend; in his presence blood heavy on the air, his or not the beast manifested and made itself known. A dance, claws drawn across the ground, weight shifted, advantage calculated and then her will, control maintained, humanity winning. A taste from a bottle, an embrace for comfort, then dreamless sleep…
Laeldril could feel the canyon cool as Sol dipped below the horizon, as darkness embraced Nocturne she slipped from bed folding her armor and gear meticulously knowing he would check, knowing he would arrange them again… Free of the encumbrance of civilization she ran through the snow for the passage and the fields beyond. Cloaked in shadows she slipped through the nearest moongate and into the lands of fodder, lands that thrummed with beating hearts and pumping blood. Between the trees dancing in silence their firelight a beacon, a scream in the darkness that dinner was served, hot, fresh, unaware.
Men, brigands with loud mouths and louder egos, talk of breasts and legs and all in between; which of them had seen a naked woman in a month or longer… Tonight their last vision the ebony skin of a woman with breasts and legs and all in between. Claws extended, fangs bared tearing at their flesh, ripping into them, drinking deeply of their vitae, bathing in their blood till the snow of her hair clung crimson to her back, her eyes the blue of the glacier gone, replaced with the absence of color and humanity. How often were the packs of wolves and gypsies decimated by the fear of men, now fear returned from an ebony huntress decimating their gang, quieting their tongues, and hubris; leaving nothing to identify. Licking her claws clean, the beast within culled, a smile supple, sensual, seductive there were other appetites to sate…