10-16-2018, 09:03 AM
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Sharp crack of sound, words spoken within the form of an order, tremor behind words lost upon the child left trembling. Some distant part of his mind registers the contact, sudden movement to push him back and so he goes, stumbling in his haste. Upon his hindquarters he fell heavily and once more broken sound rose. He could feel it, the stickiness of blood that had spilled over chin and chest, the warmth of it soaked into dark fur. Yet all he wants is to wash it away, remove the stain of it from him but no such action is made.
For a time Harland could only look upon the body, gentle the moans that rose, every few breaking into a hiccup. Savage was it, the skin of the throat torn for his own teeth were not suited to such work though the incisors had grown a great deal more than they should, given a finer point then the rest. I didn't mean to... Pleading, thought a faint murmur of sound pushing through static of thought, a mantra repeated over and over. There seemed no end as the simple words were projected out, the Fireball drawing further into himself with each he completed until he finally fell upon his side.
I'm a monster. Memory drawn behind final words, moments left fuzzy for he had minimal recollection but for all who cared to view it the day was there. The warmth of sun, golden spill of light across the grassy plane stretching before the observatory that had become his home, gentle hum as he had walked, idiotic child. Sudden was it, the shift of sight as his body was slammed into the ground, handled roughly until he was screaming, fighting as teeth fixed around his own throat. All at once it was gone, memory breaking apart into darkness. If the meaning of such an attack may be understood clear might such actions be, those of a vampire that had been starving, the clear indent of ribs and hips speaking of such, but such was not something he might ever have control over.
Sharp crack of sound, words spoken within the form of an order, tremor behind words lost upon the child left trembling. Some distant part of his mind registers the contact, sudden movement to push him back and so he goes, stumbling in his haste. Upon his hindquarters he fell heavily and once more broken sound rose. He could feel it, the stickiness of blood that had spilled over chin and chest, the warmth of it soaked into dark fur. Yet all he wants is to wash it away, remove the stain of it from him but no such action is made.
For a time Harland could only look upon the body, gentle the moans that rose, every few breaking into a hiccup. Savage was it, the skin of the throat torn for his own teeth were not suited to such work though the incisors had grown a great deal more than they should, given a finer point then the rest. I didn't mean to... Pleading, thought a faint murmur of sound pushing through static of thought, a mantra repeated over and over. There seemed no end as the simple words were projected out, the Fireball drawing further into himself with each he completed until he finally fell upon his side.
I'm a monster. Memory drawn behind final words, moments left fuzzy for he had minimal recollection but for all who cared to view it the day was there. The warmth of sun, golden spill of light across the grassy plane stretching before the observatory that had become his home, gentle hum as he had walked, idiotic child. Sudden was it, the shift of sight as his body was slammed into the ground, handled roughly until he was screaming, fighting as teeth fixed around his own throat. All at once it was gone, memory breaking apart into darkness. If the meaning of such an attack may be understood clear might such actions be, those of a vampire that had been starving, the clear indent of ribs and hips speaking of such, but such was not something he might ever have control over.