Post by MissTris on Sept 8, 2010 22:42:24 GMT -5
Sanketsu and I have an old history. It's complex and rather hard to explain all the way without people looking at me like I need to go to a mental hospital. I will explain it this much though...When I am Angry, my Shadow shows, and he likes to go hunting...
So, a piece you may be disturbed by, but it makes me feel better.
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The first sound, before anything else out of the darkness...was the rattling deep growl, the way it rang out expressed it was between bared teeth, sharp and dangerous fangs. A snap, not unlike a steel bear trap ended the growl and there in the depth of the darkness in the ally way, there in the suburbs a flicker of white broke the creeping and seething blackness.
It was followed, this fast white flash, but two stars of purple. Malignancy and hatred seem to leak from them, slowly bringing form to the monstrosity that those eyes swelled from. Pulls free of the Shadows themselves, as though they were created by the very darkness there in the small side street he clicked his teeth again and stalked to the gaping ally mouth, a black forked tongue licking his sin black lips. Watching, waiting....Sanketsu.
Wings, larger than any other beast known to man, a personification here of man's wicked tendencies did spread, The supple leather making no noise, for that is the way with Shadows.
There! His nose caught it, that black heart so desired, the taste he will enjoy. Only that heart will sate his wild appetite this near moonless night. He let a sigh escape him, like the hiss of steam from a vent, and sucked in the smells between his teeth and into his quivering black nostrils.
A slight woman, none would peg her walking along for her sins, for her Pride. He, Sanketsu could smell her dark heart beating black blood just as the cancer which grew beneath her breast did root and spread yet further. Would that he leave her to that slow death, but he felt the need for her blood, to see it spill across the tarmac or grass.
He skulked after her, wings half open and brushing down in velvet softness, but lifting him as though he weighted nothing. That 200 pound monster...
He perched upon the roof of a building ahead that she would pass, sitting upon the corner for all the world a gargoyle. No gargoyle would stand that ever resembled him, or any of his kind. An innate fear in man of this beast they are intimate with, but will only know but once would allow no such sculpture to exist in public eye. He is there though, beside a silly excuse for a stone monster, to which he chuckles, just slightly, with amusement.
He waits for her to gain ground aside him far below, then pass. There are two others on the street, ah well. He jumps, wings strait up behind him. Such a fall would hurt hardly at all to one like he, a beast of smoke and shadows, dust and darkness. He makes sure though to be as solid as he can be, not shadow but real flesh and bone, so he will smack the pave with an audible thump. There she stops. Turns around. Sees the living nightmare, bore of flesh and bone in darkness, here to reap what had been sown when she was young and tender still. For it is not your first sin, but your last which breeds a Shadow to it's life, willing breath and being and malicious contiousness to Shadows at our feet until they spring forth with life their own and a hunger for their creator.
This woman is not his, but still he thirsts for her beating black heart. She screams in fear of seeing him, six feet tall, wings lowered some now, almost out to either side. A growl, mixed with an eerie chuckle rolls from San's throat "Hello Jona." He purrs her name and licks his lips. He can say no more as she turns and bolts, so like a deer, but so much easier to catch. In a moment he is bounding after her, one moment you can see him and the next he is gone again from sight, melded with his nature.
There beside her he is creeping, keeping pace, though tiring of how easy it can he he lashes out with hooked talons, extended from their normal retraction and rakes her calf and ankle, catching and pulling free her Achilles tendon. The spray of blood and crush as her body falls, broken by the pavement that was beneath her feet excites him. "Jona, Jona" he purrs, both out loud and in her head, for he is in there now as well. "Your darkness has caught up with you, your pride, your vanity, how they do excite the senses." She is trying to craw away, sobbing and shaking with mortal's fear. It is the fear that gives her strength to stand and try to limp away quickly. He follows, and bites her hand, slowly tears away the flesh and end bones of her last two fingers there on her right hand.
She drops again, panting and trying to speak. There is no need for that though, and it bothers him. With quickness he is at her throat and rips just so, silencing her cries of anguish and faltered words. He bares his teeth. "You have sown, and you have tended. Your life has grown darker and your heart black. I've seen it grow, like the fabled mustard seed." he laughs at his reference to God, for there is no god like that for his kind. There is no god for Jona either, not now.
He presses claws to fabric, and through to flesh, then through flesh to bone there in her chest above where her heart is, fluttering and beating in wild fibrillation. He tears, slowly, lifting away breat and meat, cloth and epidermis. There exposed to the dirt in the air and the sweet smelling, to sweet smelling breath of that purple eyed Shadow is messy bone. He knows it to be living, and knows she will feel it.
He starts to bore, claws scrapping he digs a hole through first one rib, then another and another, finishing with her collar bone. She tried to convulse and throw him off but he is seated there on her stomach now, wings wide over her, chipped wolven ears flicked forward and eyes intent on his work. He snaps each bone away and waves it between his claws before her eyes, slowly the chilled air of night is touching her heart, her lungs and she is choking. "Pride and Vanity begot this, your sins caught you. We catch everyone in the end." he purrs to her in what is almost a friendly and loving way before his forepaw lashes out and rips her heart away. In blank wide eyed convulsion she dies with her death upon her chest, holding her warm and pulsating heart.
Pretty, and rather well kept for a human heart, pink and firm like any, but the darkness is there. He licks his lips once more and tosses it in the air, digging in claws he leaps and snapping eats it whole, another sinner dead.
Nothing more for him there Sanketsu does depart, off to hunt again for another blackened heart.
So, a piece you may be disturbed by, but it makes me feel better.
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The first sound, before anything else out of the darkness...was the rattling deep growl, the way it rang out expressed it was between bared teeth, sharp and dangerous fangs. A snap, not unlike a steel bear trap ended the growl and there in the depth of the darkness in the ally way, there in the suburbs a flicker of white broke the creeping and seething blackness.
It was followed, this fast white flash, but two stars of purple. Malignancy and hatred seem to leak from them, slowly bringing form to the monstrosity that those eyes swelled from. Pulls free of the Shadows themselves, as though they were created by the very darkness there in the small side street he clicked his teeth again and stalked to the gaping ally mouth, a black forked tongue licking his sin black lips. Watching, waiting....Sanketsu.
Wings, larger than any other beast known to man, a personification here of man's wicked tendencies did spread, The supple leather making no noise, for that is the way with Shadows.
There! His nose caught it, that black heart so desired, the taste he will enjoy. Only that heart will sate his wild appetite this near moonless night. He let a sigh escape him, like the hiss of steam from a vent, and sucked in the smells between his teeth and into his quivering black nostrils.
A slight woman, none would peg her walking along for her sins, for her Pride. He, Sanketsu could smell her dark heart beating black blood just as the cancer which grew beneath her breast did root and spread yet further. Would that he leave her to that slow death, but he felt the need for her blood, to see it spill across the tarmac or grass.
He skulked after her, wings half open and brushing down in velvet softness, but lifting him as though he weighted nothing. That 200 pound monster...
He perched upon the roof of a building ahead that she would pass, sitting upon the corner for all the world a gargoyle. No gargoyle would stand that ever resembled him, or any of his kind. An innate fear in man of this beast they are intimate with, but will only know but once would allow no such sculpture to exist in public eye. He is there though, beside a silly excuse for a stone monster, to which he chuckles, just slightly, with amusement.
He waits for her to gain ground aside him far below, then pass. There are two others on the street, ah well. He jumps, wings strait up behind him. Such a fall would hurt hardly at all to one like he, a beast of smoke and shadows, dust and darkness. He makes sure though to be as solid as he can be, not shadow but real flesh and bone, so he will smack the pave with an audible thump. There she stops. Turns around. Sees the living nightmare, bore of flesh and bone in darkness, here to reap what had been sown when she was young and tender still. For it is not your first sin, but your last which breeds a Shadow to it's life, willing breath and being and malicious contiousness to Shadows at our feet until they spring forth with life their own and a hunger for their creator.
This woman is not his, but still he thirsts for her beating black heart. She screams in fear of seeing him, six feet tall, wings lowered some now, almost out to either side. A growl, mixed with an eerie chuckle rolls from San's throat "Hello Jona." He purrs her name and licks his lips. He can say no more as she turns and bolts, so like a deer, but so much easier to catch. In a moment he is bounding after her, one moment you can see him and the next he is gone again from sight, melded with his nature.
There beside her he is creeping, keeping pace, though tiring of how easy it can he he lashes out with hooked talons, extended from their normal retraction and rakes her calf and ankle, catching and pulling free her Achilles tendon. The spray of blood and crush as her body falls, broken by the pavement that was beneath her feet excites him. "Jona, Jona" he purrs, both out loud and in her head, for he is in there now as well. "Your darkness has caught up with you, your pride, your vanity, how they do excite the senses." She is trying to craw away, sobbing and shaking with mortal's fear. It is the fear that gives her strength to stand and try to limp away quickly. He follows, and bites her hand, slowly tears away the flesh and end bones of her last two fingers there on her right hand.
She drops again, panting and trying to speak. There is no need for that though, and it bothers him. With quickness he is at her throat and rips just so, silencing her cries of anguish and faltered words. He bares his teeth. "You have sown, and you have tended. Your life has grown darker and your heart black. I've seen it grow, like the fabled mustard seed." he laughs at his reference to God, for there is no god like that for his kind. There is no god for Jona either, not now.
He presses claws to fabric, and through to flesh, then through flesh to bone there in her chest above where her heart is, fluttering and beating in wild fibrillation. He tears, slowly, lifting away breat and meat, cloth and epidermis. There exposed to the dirt in the air and the sweet smelling, to sweet smelling breath of that purple eyed Shadow is messy bone. He knows it to be living, and knows she will feel it.
He starts to bore, claws scrapping he digs a hole through first one rib, then another and another, finishing with her collar bone. She tried to convulse and throw him off but he is seated there on her stomach now, wings wide over her, chipped wolven ears flicked forward and eyes intent on his work. He snaps each bone away and waves it between his claws before her eyes, slowly the chilled air of night is touching her heart, her lungs and she is choking. "Pride and Vanity begot this, your sins caught you. We catch everyone in the end." he purrs to her in what is almost a friendly and loving way before his forepaw lashes out and rips her heart away. In blank wide eyed convulsion she dies with her death upon her chest, holding her warm and pulsating heart.
Pretty, and rather well kept for a human heart, pink and firm like any, but the darkness is there. He licks his lips once more and tosses it in the air, digging in claws he leaps and snapping eats it whole, another sinner dead.
Nothing more for him there Sanketsu does depart, off to hunt again for another blackened heart.
