Post by Air on Aug 3, 2007 19:51:02 GMT -5
No fear.
The air is still in this place as a scarlet vix clamors toward the cave. She steadily walks forwards, seemingly distracted by what her mind seems to be focusing upon. There is nothing there though, nothing but the dull echos of a flying beast as it follows her slow progress to the cave. Temptress lowers her crown to the ground breathing in oxygen, and holding in the carbon for as long as she can, while her orbs dance from side to side, showing the fact that she is, indeed, anxious. But, anxious is not the word for her. Why should she be nervous of this terra? She has no reason because if anything the oncoming equines that may await her in this cave should be fleeing from her. Venus had always been unpredictable in her younger days, and now that she had grown, she figured there was nothing she couldn't do, for wasn't she already considered insane? There was nothing left for her to fear. She'd killed stallions twice her size so, she didn't need to be afraid of anything, or anyone. That she was confident on. A crow call sounds again in her audits as she nears the mouth. Obsidian vixen twists her tiara to face the nuisance. It lays perched upon a branch just down below her, and slowly she approaches it, minding her steps.
It flaps its night shaded wings and lowers its beak to the branch below is tiny, yellowed feet, as it hides its head within the confines of its withered wings. She snarls and bares her ivorns to the creature, but it refuses to leave its perch. Taking this as a go ahead, she lunges at the mammal and grasps it within her canines, crunching down upon the birds neck. Satisfied when she hears that break that signifies death, she tosses it upon the ground. The creatures blood dribbles across her jaw lines and down her chest plate, and yet she makes no move to swipe the liquid away. She turns upon her hind quarters, and again begins the slow travel to the cave of secrets.
Before she came here, Venus had been a teaser, someone that would toy with her prey, antagonize it, make it have reason to fear her, and have a reason to want death. And usually,when her fun was over, and her prey begged for its disposal, she, being as merciful as she was, slaughterd them without second thought. She Killed for the sheer joy of seeing the terror upon her victims place, killed for the blood, killed for the rush. A murder a day, was a job undone in her case, and she had gone days without tasting the metallic taste of blood upon her tongue. She had gone days without watching her prey squirm on its feet, or try to flee from her. The crow had been easy, it hadn't put up a fight for the mare. But she wanted a challenge, something that would take up more of her time. She didn't want another easy slaughter today.
" You only wish to kill because of what your afraid of. You needn't fear death though child, some will welcome it with open arms. Why maim or torture when you could change your ways and go ba -
NO! she all but screamed out. I refuse to go back to that place. Leave you insolent thing, leave me to my life.
She picked up a smooth canter and went the rest of the way to the cave, making sure to block all thought from the good doer in her mind. Finally, the demoness reaches the cave. She parts her liprims and inhales the scents of others that may be within its hidden depths. Scents stale and new enter her senses and she grimaces at the stench of Water horses. Tassels are shaken and lay down over her sockets as she steps forth, into the unknown.
The air is still in this place as a scarlet vix clamors toward the cave. She steadily walks forwards, seemingly distracted by what her mind seems to be focusing upon. There is nothing there though, nothing but the dull echos of a flying beast as it follows her slow progress to the cave. Temptress lowers her crown to the ground breathing in oxygen, and holding in the carbon for as long as she can, while her orbs dance from side to side, showing the fact that she is, indeed, anxious. But, anxious is not the word for her. Why should she be nervous of this terra? She has no reason because if anything the oncoming equines that may await her in this cave should be fleeing from her. Venus had always been unpredictable in her younger days, and now that she had grown, she figured there was nothing she couldn't do, for wasn't she already considered insane? There was nothing left for her to fear. She'd killed stallions twice her size so, she didn't need to be afraid of anything, or anyone. That she was confident on. A crow call sounds again in her audits as she nears the mouth. Obsidian vixen twists her tiara to face the nuisance. It lays perched upon a branch just down below her, and slowly she approaches it, minding her steps.
It flaps its night shaded wings and lowers its beak to the branch below is tiny, yellowed feet, as it hides its head within the confines of its withered wings. She snarls and bares her ivorns to the creature, but it refuses to leave its perch. Taking this as a go ahead, she lunges at the mammal and grasps it within her canines, crunching down upon the birds neck. Satisfied when she hears that break that signifies death, she tosses it upon the ground. The creatures blood dribbles across her jaw lines and down her chest plate, and yet she makes no move to swipe the liquid away. She turns upon her hind quarters, and again begins the slow travel to the cave of secrets.
Before she came here, Venus had been a teaser, someone that would toy with her prey, antagonize it, make it have reason to fear her, and have a reason to want death. And usually,when her fun was over, and her prey begged for its disposal, she, being as merciful as she was, slaughterd them without second thought. She Killed for the sheer joy of seeing the terror upon her victims place, killed for the blood, killed for the rush. A murder a day, was a job undone in her case, and she had gone days without tasting the metallic taste of blood upon her tongue. She had gone days without watching her prey squirm on its feet, or try to flee from her. The crow had been easy, it hadn't put up a fight for the mare. But she wanted a challenge, something that would take up more of her time. She didn't want another easy slaughter today.
" You only wish to kill because of what your afraid of. You needn't fear death though child, some will welcome it with open arms. Why maim or torture when you could change your ways and go ba -
NO! she all but screamed out. I refuse to go back to that place. Leave you insolent thing, leave me to my life.
She picked up a smooth canter and went the rest of the way to the cave, making sure to block all thought from the good doer in her mind. Finally, the demoness reaches the cave. She parts her liprims and inhales the scents of others that may be within its hidden depths. Scents stale and new enter her senses and she grimaces at the stench of Water horses. Tassels are shaken and lay down over her sockets as she steps forth, into the unknown.
Destination Darkness.
