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The boy laughed, and this only made her hatred for him grow. How dare he laugh! Her legs twitched in irritation and the beast craved nothing more than to move in for the attack, but the child grasped the leash and pulled the demon in. Despite all the fire pulsating through her veins she did her best to tame her face and replace the passion with indifference and apathy. There would be no more laughter at the pain harbored inside her distorted heart. Never again would she let such vulnerability surface. Never again would she be mocked by this playmate of hers. The spider would make him respect her and make him choke on that laughter of his.
It wasn’t a victory when she felt his flesh tear underneath her horn. It was a weakling giving up. Part of her just watched the red blood ooze out of his wound. Such a lovely color, and she wanted to see more. Something glowed, and she wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. Whatever, it didn’t matter. Hunger roared in her stomach and mind but she held restraint. There would be a time and place for her to dine on this specific hunk of meat. She would simply have to craft her web. Spiders were patient predators. They didn’t seek the prey, it came to them. Maybe this would show her insolent companion that this spider wasn’t one to be underestimated. She was the black widow that struck, not the spider that scurried away to avoid getting squished.
Grey met white and she permitted every ounce of hatred she felt toward him to burn brightly within all four of her eyes. Then she prepared to make her leave for she had given her piece, but the boy spoke and she listened to each word that he spoke. When the question poured from his lips she didn’t answer but then he continued on to preach to her. “If you’re on fire, than the blaze isn’t hot enough because I don’t smell burning flesh.” She hissed back to him. “All you have is a weak spark.”
This was perhaps one big waste of time, or so the devil declared. The child on the other hand grasped onto his words and held them close, contemplating each and every syllable carefully. Despite all her hatred, despite all the tension between the two, the child would swallow her pride forshe knew she couldn’t do it on her own. The boy beckoned for her to follow and for a moment she remained where she was but then a thought hit both child and demon. Only this boy could get her tongue tied and furious. Only this boy could meet her gaze unfalteringly and challenge her fiery spirit. The spider didn’t want to admit it, but maybe what she felt wasn’t hatred, but cold stone envy. Deep down perhaps she knew that in the end, she would be the one to kneel. What she did know is that a queen needed a king, and she wondered what kind of force could be unleashed if she remained with this boy.
The beast yanked at the child and reminded of their monstrous purpose, and for a moment she was going to evaporate and seek out others to devour, but the child’s desire won out. She evaporated and appeared at the boy’s side but didn’t even cast a single glance at him, she simply walked in step and permitted herself for the moment to be the obedient mongrel.
[@[Reginald] if you'd like I can go ahead and make a new thread for them in the wall of history.]
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