04-12-2018, 12:09 AM
Blood slid warm and honey-thick from the edges of her mouth, catching in the tawny fur there as Georgie reared back her head like the animal she was, a mouthful of meat and hide tearing wetly free from the bones of the meal she was enjoying.
Eating was something she had missed when she hadn’t been. Triumph and destruction boiled down to a basic biological necessity. How neat. It was an outlet, though small, and inconspicuous enough that she didn’t bother to hide how aggressive she was with her catches. It’s only instinct. And she was only an animal. Nothing more.
But oh, how she was impatient with that! The itch, the urge, red hot yearning filling her with smoke and ashes and rage demanded that the game be over. That if this was her fate, then she ought to blaze through it quickly. As much damage, as little time. The thought of burning, of fire, pulled at something almost forgotten in Georgie’s chest, small and softer than she’d admit. Hers had never come back. She almost wondered if it ever would. So many other tricks had...
She buried the licked-clean bones and wished her anxiousness could be buried with it. Forgotten in the shade of the bay. You know instant gratification isn’t good for you. She took a breath, claws scoring an unspoken plea into the ground. I wish this was flesh. Eyes. A tongue I could turn to useless ribbons. I wish! Things like her didn’t have their wishes granted. That was why she had to take.
Georgie sat back, breathing deeply. And then she was still. And then she screamed.
Eating was something she had missed when she hadn’t been. Triumph and destruction boiled down to a basic biological necessity. How neat. It was an outlet, though small, and inconspicuous enough that she didn’t bother to hide how aggressive she was with her catches. It’s only instinct. And she was only an animal. Nothing more.
But oh, how she was impatient with that! The itch, the urge, red hot yearning filling her with smoke and ashes and rage demanded that the game be over. That if this was her fate, then she ought to blaze through it quickly. As much damage, as little time. The thought of burning, of fire, pulled at something almost forgotten in Georgie’s chest, small and softer than she’d admit. Hers had never come back. She almost wondered if it ever would. So many other tricks had...
She buried the licked-clean bones and wished her anxiousness could be buried with it. Forgotten in the shade of the bay. You know instant gratification isn’t good for you. She took a breath, claws scoring an unspoken plea into the ground. I wish this was flesh. Eyes. A tongue I could turn to useless ribbons. I wish! Things like her didn’t have their wishes granted. That was why she had to take.
Georgie sat back, breathing deeply. And then she was still. And then she screamed.
[align=center][color=white][b]WE ALL HAVE DREAMS WE FORGET
WHEN YOU’RE ALONE, YOU’RE SO ALONE
WHEN YOU’RE ALONE, YOU’RE SO ALONE