Post by dassouse on Dec 5, 2005 23:06:33 GMT -5
.dassouse.
Feel the blood pulse thickly through my veins, and tell me that you have never been driven to the brink of sanity by that sickly metallic liquid. The heart throbs and pounds with dear anticipation, so close to that crimson, so close to the treasure amongst the ruins. Only those of the heavens are truly sane, disguting little wenches that they are. Listen closely my darlings, for the true lust is carried by only one.
A silent squall danced through the charred skeletons of the trees that towered above the bare land, only the white of the snow blanketed the litho, even the cold seeped further down like roots of a tree, but further than roots could ever reach. Flurries of pale snow whipped harshly through the ever forbidding oaks, thrust together tightly. Branches intwined between each other, grasping out at unsuspecting visitors. Death whispered it's sweet secrets into the winds that whistled past the deformed trees, bending their branches and dropping the white flakes that had formed into a blanket upon their skeletons. Shivers of earth lifted the devious rocks spread randomly throughout the lithosphere. An aura of destruction weaved slyly through the compact slivers between the trees, telling of the coming of a hellion. Shrieking squall lifted into savage fierceness, nearly ripping sable dreads from slick arch.
Mirrored ooids swiveled in sockets, overcoming the darkness with an eerie glow. Where are you little dearie, you can not hide forever Grin grew ‘pon crmison smeared labrums, allowing vampire fangs to peer out hopefully. Deranged eyes scanned the tiny clearing quickly, piercing the shadows with a nocturnal view. Ah, I have spotted you my lovely, do not hide A demonic cackle spread throughout the silence, a lone flock of ravens taking flight rapidly at the revolting lyrics. Oh dear, have I scared you? Too bad.. Snap of rotted soldiers sent the frightened rabbit through the foliage, escaping by a mere inch. Grunt heaved through chest, auditives clamping ‘pon skull in irratation. It had been too long since her last kill. Blunt snort cleared nasals, blowing the slime out towards ruby stained plush. Dinner plate claws gripped at the earth nastily, ripping through the turf in deep trenches.
The pitiful screams of nature fell death in the prowling mind of the bruja, keen on the next victim. Damn, where the hell are those little varmints vexed growling treaded through the atmosphere. Thickly muscled appendai slid forth through the dead forest, carrying husky carcass as smoothly as possible. Stealth and patience was the key, but Dassouse was feeling rather destructive and assertive. Dome lowered towards the arid quagmire, skimming it for any perfumes of that metallic scent, the one that drives her crazy. Dentals clashed together in silent craving, an insane emptiness in soul. Charred heart thudded rapidly against frontal volume, pumping adrenaline through veins in anticipation.
Metronome slapped angerly at flanks, feeling the vital fluid flow from gruesome welts and shallow ruptures of flesh. Come out dearies, Im of no harm Rasped whispers glinted with venom, unsuccesive sightings of any creatures tempting satans temper. With a stab of ovate tips towards putrid earth a snarl rose up in larynx, exploding from jowls with a loud snap. This only piqed her rage, sending a tremor through the land as she ferociously attacked an olden tree, striking with explosive stabs at the cracked bark. Fury simmered to a sulky attitude, brawny ensemble freezing terminating movements. Lips curled back distastefully, a pivot of scarred bulk taking the minx away from the lacerated oak.
A grouping of merry flowers bloomed from a patch at the edge of the forest. Retinas slitted, foul breath seeping from inner chambers as a titanium defied gravity, hung over the flowers precairously. After a moment of though, a malcious grin spread out ‘pon labious. Ello my little pretties, you are safe for today She crooned devilishly to the little petals, weaving to one side. Oh, safe for today, but there was always tomorrow. Mud caked limbs embarked towards the gloominess, where at last stride froze, a harsh blow of steam from mug annoucning stoppage. Flanks heaved out wide, blowing gently the carbon dioxide out towards the trees in a returned favor.
.how ironic death is.
