11-27-2018, 01:20 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabriel was dead. His cover gone, and it didn't fix anything.
It would be a joke to say he was in control. His handler- Pincher could fix this. If he wanted the job done, if he wanted The Ascendants on a spit over the fire, he would fix Reaper. Banish the hunger, let Reaper think again without needing more and more and more to fill his empty belly. He considered that maybe Pincher would put him down like a mad dog, but that couldn't keep him away. Just- anything to make it stop.
He'd lost count of how many he'd eaten. Sunhaven, Snowbound, The Pitt, The Ascendants- he'd tasted of them all, and still he needed more. It had all been going so smoothly in the beginning, Sunhaven raiding The Ascendants, blood heated as it spilled. Moonmade had almost been his for the taking. Almost. That had fallen through. Now there was only Agathe, and it seemed Sunhaven had forgotten the carcasses.
Reaper wished he could. They called to him with their deadened eyes, mouths gaping like fish, crawling across the ground. His mouth salivated already at the memory of flesh and bone across his tongue, hot blood in his belly. The many mouths littering his body lolled out their tongues, licking at the air for just a phantom taste of sweet copper, recoiling when there was only salt.
He was a nightmare to behold, sinking in and out of the ground as his body shifted between tangibility, pinioned wings flailing at his sides while all the sets of eyes and mouths opened, closed. Smoke billowed from his head, and he disappeared every so often, reappearing feet ahead or behind, sometimes in the water, or just beneath the rails. Keeping himself together was running across no man's land expecting to emerge unscathed- impossible.
The heavily mutated lion fell at the gates, mouths gnashing, chest heaving, obsidian eyes bleeding into alizarin crimson. "Pincher," he snarled, voice emerging as a graveled cacophony from many lips, "Fix me.""
It would be a joke to say he was in control. His handler- Pincher could fix this. If he wanted the job done, if he wanted The Ascendants on a spit over the fire, he would fix Reaper. Banish the hunger, let Reaper think again without needing more and more and more to fill his empty belly. He considered that maybe Pincher would put him down like a mad dog, but that couldn't keep him away. Just- anything to make it stop.
He'd lost count of how many he'd eaten. Sunhaven, Snowbound, The Pitt, The Ascendants- he'd tasted of them all, and still he needed more. It had all been going so smoothly in the beginning, Sunhaven raiding The Ascendants, blood heated as it spilled. Moonmade had almost been his for the taking. Almost. That had fallen through. Now there was only Agathe, and it seemed Sunhaven had forgotten the carcasses.
Reaper wished he could. They called to him with their deadened eyes, mouths gaping like fish, crawling across the ground. His mouth salivated already at the memory of flesh and bone across his tongue, hot blood in his belly. The many mouths littering his body lolled out their tongues, licking at the air for just a phantom taste of sweet copper, recoiling when there was only salt.
He was a nightmare to behold, sinking in and out of the ground as his body shifted between tangibility, pinioned wings flailing at his sides while all the sets of eyes and mouths opened, closed. Smoke billowed from his head, and he disappeared every so often, reappearing feet ahead or behind, sometimes in the water, or just beneath the rails. Keeping himself together was running across no man's land expecting to emerge unscathed- impossible.
The heavily mutated lion fell at the gates, mouths gnashing, chest heaving, obsidian eyes bleeding into alizarin crimson. "Pincher," he snarled, voice emerging as a graveled cacophony from many lips, "Fix me.""
[align=center][table][tr][td]
FEELS LIKE I'M
[/td][td]FALLING APART
[/td][td]FALLING APART
[/td][/tr][/table]