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Post by -{ Ðracowulf }- on Sept 23, 2010 12:53:55 GMT -5
[bg=15171a][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true]  You had to have it all,
Well, have you had enough?
Generations come and generations go... but the Earth abides...
. . . Amidst the rubble and decay, there is more than one kind of death. Gleaming eyes of violet shone out from beneath the fallen battlements of man's abandoned regime, seeming all too benign inlaid on a chiseled face of dirty white. A small creature scampered out of the shadows, shrieking. On paws toughened by scars and fury, the rodent's tormentor leaped from her place of concealment. Her grinning lips were smeared with blood, the tip of her lolling tongue crusted in sickly red-brown, and thin red streams wove through the fur of her forelegs. The female, gaunt-faced and growling with mirthless pleasure, swatted the rat with one swift and vicious stroke.
. . . It was a poor sport and of little amusement, but the diminutive creature's pathetic squeaks and shrill screams of pain and terror egged her on, and stirred her thirst. She had no interest in digesting the revolting morsel - so weak and petty and beneath her - though she was doubtless hungry. The dead weight and dull pangs of hunger were welcome in her gut. It made her temper sharp, her reactions violent, and steeled her mind. No, she would not eat it. This was little more than playtime.
. . . The rat spun through the air and hit a crumbling wall, falling to the rocky ground, stunned. She yipped like a yearling wrestling with its siblings, pawed the razor shards of brick at her feet, and licked at her blood-soaked fur; she savored the sensation of stone slicing into her hardened callouses, and the metallic bitter-sweetness of her own blood. Alone in the remnants of man's demise she held her tail high, licking her jowls with relish. "You are little amusement, rat," she growled, and gripped the creature's body in her teeth with bizarre gentility as she placed a heavy paw on it's tail. With a slight twist she broke its back and flung it away again. She grinned and swung her tail proudly. "But there's a shortage of proper entertainment as of late."
. . . The rat cried out pathetically from where it had landed, either unable or unwilling to move. "Don't worry," Jabez crooned, her muzzle wrinkled in a silent snarl. "You'll live. For a while."
I will be the one
To leave you in your misery.
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