Desecrator
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Syne knelt in the middle of the room, his pale green eyes searching deep within the infinite. The last few nights of his had been a rampage of violence and bloodshed. He would have never believed Peltarch would be such a ripe hunting ground. The cold city, made colder still by its uncaring citizens, made his profession not only possible, but more enjoyable, as if his actions were not only accepted, but expected.
He smiled, knowing that soon his task would be complete and he would have paid his penance. Once completed, he would return to the cooridor of maddening whispers to again await his answer. Would he respond? Would he consider him cleansed of his transgression?
A single drop of blood ran down his cheek and struck the breast of the woman beneath him. She twitched slightly, beggining to come around. Syne inspected the room, his blood flecked face turning slowly, his dark matted hair limp with the lack of wind and the weight of blood. He eyed his surroundings carefully, noting that everything was in just the right place.
He focused on her, digging deep into her conciousness, pulling out pictures of friends, family, loved ones. She was dreaming her last dream, a good dream. As her dream began to distort, as her pain brought by the many cuts he had inflicted on her flesh began to register in her concious mind again, Syne plunged his knife deep in her chest.
The woman screamed, her high pitched voice greatly stopped by the gag forced in her mouth. Syne's eyes went wide as the woman's pain hit him like a fist. His temples throbbed and his mouth went dry. He fought to remained focused on his task. He pulled the knife out and spoke those same words he had spoken so many times. Words that would cause a tremor in even the most brave soul. His eyes became like pale flames as the knife came down and was embedded in the woman's throat. Again that flash of pain, and with it the last few memories she held on to with greatest love.
It was all so….beautiful.
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Time grows short…..such a strange oxymoron
Mary walked back home from the pissing goat with a tired, wobbly step. The day had been long and dragging and the patrons had been even less charming than usual. Her legs ached and her feet throbbed painfully. She was glad her shift was over.
As she walked the narrow streets towards her home, she felt something brush against her hair. She turned, stood for a moment listening to the far away bustle of the city, and continued on her way. A few steps further ahead, she heard the giggling of children and then a sudden movement in the shadows. A wave of terror passed over her and she froze, suddenly very aware of a presence near her.
The sound of beating wings brought her attention upwards. On an apartment balcony just above her head perched a large raven, covered in perfect black feathers and with terrible glowing red eyes, staring down at her with strange amusement. She could almost hear disembodied whispers eminating from around the creature. It was a ethereal painting she observed, a promise of dark secrets buried within those unholy eyes. It was the last thing she ever saw.
The raven watched Syne, hooded and cloaked, materialize behind the woman an instant before the heavy mace came crashing down on her skull. He watched her eyes become blood stained and roll to the back of her head. He watched her being dragged into the dark mouth of an alley. The raven glided down, intent on getting a better view of what was to come. He watched as the mace was replaced by the sharpened knife. He stared into the madness stricken pale green eyes of the elf. They were filled with a decadent joy as he skillfully carved skin and muscle, bathing his fingers in blood.
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The thunder roared over the city of Peltarch that night. A frightful display of light and pelting waters. The very ground seemed to shudder with every brilliant crash.
Jenny huddled near Tim as close as she could. She pulled her knees close up to her chin, trying derperately to stay warm in the torrent. Tim held her as best he could, his young thin arms shaking from cold and lack of nourishment. He wished there was something more he could do, but this city was not a caring place for a mere boy just turned thirteen with no muscle to lend. To them he was a street rat, an urchin, damned to beg for change and scraps to feed himself and his sister. He was glad for the leaks in the crate that soaked his face. He hated the way her cold skin felt in his arms. He hated her thin, dirty, and torn cotton dress. He hated how she shivered. He wished he could make her warm again.
Syne crouched low within the shadows of the alleyway. His feral eyes watched them carefully. There were two, a boy and a girl, neither of them over the age thirteen, huddled miserably in the confines of a leaky wooden crate. His unwavering gaze followed the sinister dark shape making its way slowly towards the crate.
Tim wiped the water from his eyes, fighting the choking feelings that threatened to overpower him. It was then that he heard it. A shuffling of movemnet, quick as heartbeak, and then Jenny was screaming. He looked down and saw an enormous, hideous rat gnawing furiously at his sister's leg. She kicked at it desperately but the thing held on with unnatural strength. Tim paled slightly but was quick to move. He pulled out a worn, rusty dagger from his belt and lunged at the creature. It pack pedaled and hissed at him, its eyes glowing a dim hot red. Tim lunged again, filled with rage. The rat scampered off toward the street.
The boy, unwilling to let the attacker escape gave chase. It was not long before he lost sight of the giant rat. He turned and ran back toward the crate to tend to his sister's wound. His worn, bloodstained dagger hit the street with a splash and a dull thud. The inside of the crate was splattered in fresh blood. Jenny was gone.
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_The Wakening of the Desecrator
"The conquering worm
The slithering germ
Lost in black sleep
I see how the gods weep
The horror of Madness
The Terminal Sadness
The cool air of mourning
Gave me the warning"-RZ-_
A debt that must be paid….six within six
Syne took a long deep breath from the apartment's balcony. His pale green eyes surveyed the city below him with a strange detachment. He felt like he was slowly slipping away from this reality, as if the blood he bathed in was somehow slowly pulling him into a realm that was far beyond his understanding. He remembered the room, a horrible mosaic of blood, prophesising a malevolence that would make an untainted soul break under its weight.
He knew at that moment that his trials had not been in vain, that this melody he had heard in his mind was not a glammer of his own making. He had been a fool to doubt it, but now the time to prove his worth had come. With a slight reluctance, Syne turned to his right to gaze upon the raven perched on the railing. It watched him, mocking him with the vicious glow of its blood red eyes. It waited, it watched.
Syne glared at the creature for only a moment before turning to room adjacent to the balcony. Soft white candles lit the room, the light bouncing off quickly drying blood. The bed, center of the girl's sanctuary, held what very little was recognizable of her. She lay naked in a twisted angle, her horribly mutilated face caught in a red death scream. Her eyes were torn from the sockets and her teeth lay scattered about. Her nose dangled by a few threads of skin. Sheets that only minutes ago were pearl white, were now bright red.
Syne took one last long breath, absorbing the mixed smell of blood and oil before lighting his thin leaf pipe. Carelessly, he dropped the tinderwig on the bed and watched as the sheets went up in flames, the thick blood making the flames dance beautifully.
The raven watched the flames begin to consume the room, eradicating everything in their path. He watched Syne disappear with the murmuring of a single verse. It remained cold and unimpressed. With a quick flick of its night black wings, it took to the cold winds.
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A puncturing wound, clouding the mind. The body grows cold as its lifeblood leaves it through gaping wounds. A sudden sharp pain as the heart is wounded….the last breath taken, foul and blood tainted.....
Syne gazed upon the vastness and found within it a certain peace. The hollow of nothingness surrounded him like a comforting blanket. The shapeless forms of petitioners made their way around him in lost abandon, like him, waiting to be judged, waiting to be sentenced.
Syne lost touch with the notion of time and matter. He drifted in a void of nothing….perhaps for an eternity. He awaited his fate, awaited his judgement, until he felt the pull of an undeniable darkness spring forth from deep within the bowls of the wastleland.
A sacrice would have to be made. The price of failure was great, its presense, unforgivable.
Syne accepted his penance with grim determination. He would not fail again. To do so would be unthinkable.
Blood red eyes glowed in his mind as he awoke to the heart wrenching beauty of a blood-drenched room. Stains filled with a malignance that dwarfed his own like a mountain would a grain of sand.
He knew what he must do.
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The hall was dark and hollow but far from empty. As Syne sat within its confines he could almost sense the silent, malignant presence that inhabited the walls. Almost mischievous in their manifestations, the sounds of madness stricken laughter and prolonged, pain filled moaning came in nearly unperceivable gusts.
Syne held his fingertips to his lips, his gaze locked deep within his own mind. Above him, perched on the room's mirror, was Epitath, silently watching him with that eerie white eye.
The time was approaching. Soon, Syne would have the answer to his plea. The forests of the Nars and the streets of Peltarch had both run red with the blood of his victims.
He recalled the rituals with a sober amusement. The screams, the agonized pleas, the last, foul, blood tainted breath. A cleansing in blood, the purest form of life, and then the feeding. It would all culminate soon. The anticipation of it was a sweet form or torture.
While he waited, another thought crossed him. His mind wandered to the small village, just north of the barbarian town of Norwick. Within those walls lay an object of intrigue to his pale green eyes. A spectre that brought him an undeniable hunger, but not like that which he had felt for his former victims. He wanted to taste that flesh, but not to break the skin, that strange blue skin. A color so unheard of in humans he had many times mistaken her for one of his own. But more alluring than that were the eyes. Blood red orbs that held an odd mixture of innocence and fire.
Epitath was enraptured by them. Of this he was sure, but it seemed that even he would be hesitant to destroy and consume them. He seemed content in simply staring at them, swimming in their untold secrets.
For the first time since he had set himself on this macabre path, Syne Bloodmist, felt distracted.
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The darkness is spreading….
Syne watched his bloodstained hands with hungry facination. The dark, life giving liquid ran down his arms and dripped in thick patterns at his feet. He could feel its sticky warmth on his skin and taste its coppery sting on his lips.
The young girl's sobs were like a bard's poem in his ears. Her fear filled the room like incense. It was intoxicating. He turned to her, his pale green eyes filled with unnatural desire. He felt flushed, enraptured, and in a state of ecstasy.
He locked eyes with her, probing, searching deep within her. She struggled and wept as he violated even the most sacred of places, her mind.
Her name was Ralwy. She had many happy moments in her childhood, she wished she was back there, away from the nightmare her life had become. She had lost her virginity early in life to a boy she loved dearly.
She wished he was here. She had born a child. A young boy named Durran, her greatest pride who now lay naked and mutilated before her. His light brown hair matted black with his own blood. She felt like vomiting, but she had nothing left to expel. She wished her husband would come home, but knew he would not return until the sun touched the sky.
She wanted to be dreaming, had almost convinced herself she was.Syne blinked, pulling out of the collage of images that flashed in the woman's mind. Such strange thoughts that passed through a person's mind before they died. His lips parted in a broad, charming smile. This new gift had brought an intensity to his practice that he would have never conceived of. He hungered for it with the equal fervor as her flesh.
He again probed as far as he could go into her, watching the flashes become confusing and erradic as he slowly approached. Her fear became a waterfall for him to bathe in. Her muffled moans and screams were a beautiful, sinister melody. He put the knife to her stomach and made a slow, deep incision, eviscerating her. His mind was so flooded with her pain that he was forced to stop.
He slowly pulled away and closed his eyes, caught in the embrace of her agony as she slowly died. From behind him, deep in the shadows, a single milky white eye watched the scene with morbid facination and hunger.
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Syne sat perfectly still, staring off into the stale, pungent darkness of his cell. His breathing came regularly in smooth intervals. The cuts and bruises the dwarves had left him were slowly healing. A cut lip, a bruised eye, and the purple patches of injured skin were all slowly changing back to their normal appearance.
He sat with his eyes wide open, one pale green, one which turned pale white during this practice. His eyes saw outside his cell, outside his cage, and upon the town of Norwick where Epitath perched, hidden from the sight of the townsfolk, watching, listening, learning.
He hated this miserable town. He would like to see it burned to the ground by its enemies. Epitath silently flew from its perch and circled, keeping a close eye on all who dwell there. Syne could feel the bloodlust course inside him. He would need to feed after his release. It had already been too long.
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Syne sat comfortably in the large fur lined chair and stared up at the home's oak beam ceiling. He sat shirtless, his black hair hanging limply around him, his face and torso were stained with crisscrossing splatters of dark blood that still ran fresh down his cheeks and small lips.
He brought his thin pipe to his lips, took a long drag and then blew the vanilla smoke out in one long breath. His pale green eyes gleamed in the darkness. His delicate nostrils sniffed the air and found the soft aroma of the few small articles he had left cooking in the families kitchen. They were almost done.
Epitath watched him from his perch on the fireplace. A small shred of gore hung limply from the side of his beak. He had piled all six of their eyes neatly under his claws to be consumed at his leisure, now only three remained. The power his master was seeking lay at the end of a dark and morbid path. His appetite for human flesh and the ceremonies he performed to honor the devils who's teachings he followed were only the beginning of a journey that would probably take them into realms the raven dreaded even conjuring in his awakened mind.
Even now Syne had whispered a plead during his artistic ceremony with the bodies to be given a drop of hell. A single drop, enough to transform the raven into a denizen of greater power, and greater utility. Epitath was loyal and would not resist such an incarnation, but the idea of being bathed in absolute malice was not something that he looked forward to.
Perhaps it was his fate. He had helped Syne kill victim after victim over the years. He had fed on dozens of eyes as the master bathed in the blood of the fallen. He was tainted, and it seemed would be further so in little time. The bird looked down at the tasty looking human orbs and began to tear at one with little thought. So be it.
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_Metamorphosis Within a Cocoon of Stone
"Now you're lying
on the floor
yeah, you can't
take anymore
the devil's laughing
in your face
give me another taste, yeah"-RZ-_
Hinisi opened the kitchen window of her home to let the cool winter winds course through the stuffy apartment. She looked outside and stared longingly at the setting sun. It blazed behind the city spires in brilliant orange and pink bouncing lightly off her golden locks and clear blue eyes. She wondered what was beyond those spires, closer to where the sun set, a place of mistery she had only heard about but never seen.
She put one pale, fire scarred hand on her cheek. She had not been raised by caring parents. Her father had been sadistic and cold hearted. Her hand was proof that and would always remain so.She sat there until the sun was a thick inky blue and went to close her shutters. As she took each of the small doors in her hands a large black raven landed square on the window sill. It cawed loudly, startling her. She reflexively took a step back and eyed the creature. It eyed her back, one eye milky pale.
She stepped forward again to close the window but the raven opened its wings and cawed loudly making her reconsider.
"A beautiful creature isn't he?" spoke a soft voice from behind her. She turned and glared into the darkness of her home but saw no one.
"Who's there?" she asked, fear creeping slowly into her voice.
"An intruder, someone here to kill you."
The woman froze, her eyes widened and she looked around frantically for the sourse of the voice.
"If you try to run I will make your death an epically slow one. Remain still, I wish to speak."
Hinisi looked around desperately and saw a cooking knife just beyond her grasp. Just as she reached for it, she felt something prick her neck violently. Soft black feathers struck the side of her head as wings flapped. Small black talons tore into her shoulder and the raven flew into her home. She immediately felt a terrible weakness wash over her. She was barely able to keep herself up.
"Do not force my hand." the darkness said.
Hinisi felt her fear mature into horror. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?"
"Because I was hungry longer than you have drawn breath, and now I must feed."
"Hun…HUNGRY?" Hinisi's mind became a vortex of terror and disgust. She began to scamper through the kitchen, looking for a way out.
"I have been gone a very long time." the voice said. "You will be the horn that announces my return....you should be proud."
Hinisi made a dash for her front door. She heard a sad sigh and the murmuring of a strange verse in a language she did not understand. It was coming from behind her but she did not look back, she ran for her life.
The house was temporarily lit as hot missles of light sped through the dusk and struck Hinisi with deadly precision. The intruder watched her fall for what seemed like an eternity, enjoying every curve of her body, every flowing hair, every fold of her dress, as her lifeless body floated weightlessly towards the ground.
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Alina and Asiln both sat quietly at the pond's edge, hearing the waterfall crash on the rocks below, enjoying each other's company. Asilin held Alina tightly in his arms, runnig his hands through her silky red hair. She rested her head against his broad chest, stroking his muscular arms lovingly.
It was nice to have been able to spend the day together. So many problems the camp was going through left little time for them to enjoy each other. They had decided to leave the cove and walk to the waterfall at the other side of the windy valley.
Here they had spent the afternoon together, bathing and making love out under the unusually bright sky. They were aware of the Nars being a dangerous place but they were well prepared. Asilin carried his hunter's bow with him and Alina had carefully prepared her spells before walking the windy valley. The day alas was slowly turning into dusk and it was getting time to head back.
A large black raven landed lightly on a rock just to their left. It let out a loud caw that startled Alina. Asilin looked at the creature, his eyes narrowing. The raven looked back at them, one of its eyes a pale milky white.
"Hello." it said looking at Alina. "Hello."
Alina smiled at the raven. "Well, hello to you." said. "Have you lost your way little one? Is your master about?"
The raven looked up at them and then opened its wings pecking under them frantically and cawing.
"Oh, I think it's hurt." Alina said rising from the pond.
"Careful." Asilin said, watching the large raven distrustfully, his hand going slowly for his bow.
"Don't worry Asilin, it's just a familiar…and besides, I have you to protect me." She grinned back at him.
Asilin smiled but his gaze never left the raven that had so strangely landed in their midsts. He watched it so carefully in fact, he did not notice the red feathered hawk diving straight for him, its eyes glowing an unnatural red leaving streaks in the sky as it dove, its deadly thick black talons aimed for its prey's tender flesh.
The hawk struck with deadly precision, sinking its talons deep into the man's right eye and lip, then raking down furiously. Asilin's scream made Alina turn quickly, her eyes widening in horror.
"ASILIN!" She screamed. She immediately began casting a spell, conjuring arcane energies to slay the attacker. She was surprised when the raven landed square on her head, digging its talons into her scalp and pecking out her left eye.
A single arrow flew through the air and thrusting deep in Asilin's right thigh. He screamed and tried to swipe at the hawk with his bow, half blinded and in terrible pain. Another arrow found his stomach just under his right ribs. The impact made him double over.
The hawk, sensing the man was no longer a threat, dove for the woman who had fallen to her knees as if her legs no longer held the strength to support her. It tore great gashes in her chest and pecked furiously at her face as the raven did. Alina was in a storm of pain, flailing wildly, her magical training forgotten in the fog of misery.
Syne came out from the shadows, his bow held tightly in his left hand. His pale green eyes watched in facination as the two avians slowly murdered the young woman, her flails weakening as Epitath's poison coursed through her. He raised his bow to eye level, pulled an arrow taut, and began walking slowly towards her.
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Phina sat near the waterfall of the camp, enjoying the cool day in the company of her dolls. Little Raggles, with her missing button eye and her slightly torn cotton dress, walked side by side with Mimon, her stained, heavily mended male counterpart. They were enjoying an innocent picnic in the middle of the park of a great, beautiful nameless city. They had just eaten a harty feast of cookies, goat's milk and honey almonds and were now walking hand in hand, enjoying the feel of the soft grass under their feet.
Their joyous outing was suddendly interupted by a small brown spider crawling out of the undergrowth. Raggles was horrified, jumping behind Mimon in a panic. Mimon was startled by the sudden appearance, but he held his ground, willing to sacrifice himself to protect Raggles from the dangerous foe.
He made a lot of noise, stomping his feet and shouting curses at the foul creature. "Go!" He shouted "Shoo, ugly spider, shoo!" He jumped up high in the air, landing near the predator and then jumping back. The spider lifted its front legs menacingly but began to back away. Neither of them saw the dark shadow approach.
With deadly quickness a large black raven landed right behind the small spider, scooped it with its beak and swallowed it. Raggles, Mimon and Phina all jumped back startled. The raven stared back at them, one of his eyes bright and milky white.
"Don't be afraid." Phina heard someone say behind her. "Epitath is just hungry."
Phina turned to see a young, hansome looking elf standind just a few feet from her. He had a charming smile on his lips and his green eyes gleamed in the sunlight.
"Oh..hi Mr. elf." she said getting to her feet.
"Please, call me Syne."
"Hello Mr. Syne."
"Aren't you a bit far from the camp?" Syne asked concerned. "Much larger spiders could come out of the trees and eat you as easily as Epitath ate that spider."
Epitath looked up at the mention of his name and took flight, beating his powerful wings until he reached his master's shoulder and perched there.
"Okay Mr. Syne, I will." Phina said uncomfortably. She gathered Raggles and Mimon in her arms and began to quickly move away from him.
Syne smiled watching her go. She had sensed something. An intuitive child, it pleased him.
"Go." He said looking at Epitath.
The raven did not waste and instant. He pushed off his master's shoulder and flew furiously at the girl. She heard him coming and as she turned, he pecked her on her neck.
The girl's hand went for the wound, a small cry escaping her lips. Almost instantly, she fell to her knees, feeling a terrible weakness come over her. Epitath landed squarely on her head, digging his talons into her scalp. She squeeled but could not find the strength to swipe him off her head. The raven waited, looking into her tear filled eyes, his feathers ruffling.
Syne made his way slowly towards the child. He was very appreciative of Epitath's poisoning ability. It was making his job much easier. Of course he needed to wait for the poison to run its course before eating the flesh, but that just meant he had more time to play. His green eyes narrowed and he gave a toothy grin as he kneeled before the body, knife in hand. He took a rag and quickly gagged her mouth. He nodded slowly to Epitath who immediately made a dive for the girl's left eye.
This time the woods were silent around him.
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Midara took her dagger and carefully putting it under the hideous creature's eye, cut the tendon and ripped the fleshy eye out. Grimacing in disgust, she took the eye and handed it to Syne.
"Here." she said repulsed. "Take it."
Syne smiled and took the large sphere from her hand. He placed in the gore covered sack with the others. He took a moment to inspect their work.
"Almost a dozen eyes already." He said, his smile charming and attractive.
Midara smiled back. She liked Syne. He was very polite and handsome, for an elf. He had told her he was doing a little work for Katya, collecting her ingredients for her. He wanted her help, even offered to split the profits with her. He seemed like a very nice guy. She was more than happy to help. She never really liked coming out here however. She didn't like the feeling she got out here, like she was being watched, measured, stalked. She hated spiders.
"Let's go a little deeper and see if maybe we can cut down a few more, then we'll head back." He said.
Midara was reluctant but nodded in agreement. The day was cool and pleasant. The winds brought with them the smell of dried leaves, wet moss, and the slightest tinge of rot.
They made their way a little farther, into the darker part of the forest. Syne held his bow lightly in his delicate hands. He looked all around, above and behind, making sure they would not be surprised. Their boots made a loud crunching noise when they fell on the dry leaves. Midara winced with every footstep, confident that they would bring a horde of man eaters down upon them with the racket. She held her crossbow tightly pointing it up and around, her heart beating desperately in her chest. It was then, that she saw it.
On the lower branches of a tree perched the raven. He sat in quiet scrutiny, looking down at them like a depraved god on his throne. She noticed something new. The bird's left eye was a gruesome milky white. It was just a raven. There were many of them flying around the Romni camp, but somehow she knew, this was that raven. The one from the other night. The gate keeper.
Midara froze, unable to speak, the old familiar fear creeping up on her again, this time stronger than the last. That horrible milky eye, she recognized it. Her head began to throb. Why was she feeling this?
Syne turned to her, his cold green eyes observing her every move.
"What's wrong?" He purred.
"Nothing." Midara said, but she could not tear her eyes from the bird.
Syne smiled and looked up. The raven looked down at him, his one white eye staring. The raven opened its wings and glided down, landing carefully on Syne's shoulder.
Midara's eyes widened terribly. She saw the bird, perched on the elf's shoulder, with its wings spread wide, and all of those terrible memories she had forgotten came flooding back.
Her mother, her father, torn and mutilated, not by an animal, not by a beast, but by a monster, this monster. She remembered Syne then, as he was that night. He wore no shirt and was covered in blood. His black hair hung loosely around his face, his mouth and chin were stained in blood, their blood, mommy and daddy's blood.
"Run Midara!." Her father had screamed. He lay in a pool of his own blood, his legs chopped off half way down the thigh. He waved her away with a hand that was missing two chubby digits. "RUUUUUUN!"
And she han ran. Ran screaming and crying into the cold Peltarchian night. Ran into the rain and the hollow of a cold, careless city. She had ran and ran and ran.
Syne had the same look on his face he had that night. Fierce, madness striken, and violent.
Midara wanted to run, wanted to run like she had that night, so very long ago, but her legs wouldn't move. She stood quiet, trembling, tears running down her cheeks. She felt a warm stream down her legs as she lost control of herself. Mommy, daddy.
Syne beared his teeth at her, his face becoming distorted and feral. Just as the elf sprinted forward, the raven jumped off his shoulder and he dove for her face, claws out, hungry for the soft flesh of her eyes.
In the cool crisp wind of that fine afternoon, cries of fear and anguish rode the winds like so many leaves. Horrible screams pierced the heavens unanswered, and then, stopped.
The only thing that could be heard was the slurping, smacking sound of feeding. The giant spiders of the wood watched the predators devour their prey with horrible satisfaction.
Time, it seemed, stood still.