Sunday, January 27, 2008

Ehehehehe... -sweatdrop-
"Just kill me now!" His howl dissolved into the wind, piercing to the bone and burning the soul. It whipped up the pitch, the onyx, the jet, and he was reduced to a jumbled mass. A pillar of ash. His blood soaked and glistened, his jacket a tattered mess. He was panting, the air a fog, but the screaming wind stole his breath.
The blood was dripping at a sickening pace, pooling upon the whiteness, mirroring the glow of the moon, a pale halo in the sky.
The two sparks just stared, glowing droplets of venom a serpent injected into the shadows. He writhed, a broken rag doll trapped in the glare, the pain soaking him senseless.
"I'm tissue paper, just tear me until my pointless agony is severed..." he choked, the words fading into the wolf's stare. "I'll be simply your midnight snarf, easy to catch and kill..."
The gaze didn't stir, the eyes didn't blink.
"Please..." he begged, his eyes rolling and fists clenching, weak from the loss of blood. But the pain did persist. "Every person who befriends me comes to an awful end- I'm a demon, as she says..." A small sigh.
Glittering daggers dripped from below the eyes, lips curling back into a snarl.
His breath rattled in his chest, he was hoping his death toll was near.
But it never advanced. There was no instant of his flesh being marred, torn from his bones. Relief never came.
"Feh... that would be foolish of me."
The voice suggested a tranquil but harsh demeanor, it sliced the haze like a knife.
He looked up, his gaze confused, not understanding.
"You are of value to me."
He lay still, his blood seeping into the snow. "What...? I don't understand... I don't mean anything... to anybody."
"But you meant something to Marie and to Finn."
"But they're de-" His head jerked upwards, his eyes widened, his white fingers froze. "Huh? How'd you-?"
The wolf's lips turned upwards.
He regained his composure, but he still stared in disbelief. "But... I can't mean anything to you."
"Oh, child, even though your soul is withered and broken, and the pane once clear is clouded and scratched; it still shines in a certain light, a sweet song in my ears." There was a malicious lilt in the wolf's voice.



Ehyeah, some parts of it need touching up, but it's my example. P: -embarrassed-
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