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12-21-2015, 12:39 PM
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Grusha & Tae We are just a word to you, but we are very real and cold; Cold to all of this Cold to how you feel Cold to all your loose reason Grusha followed behind her sister as they moved through the woods together. When they were on the hunt she felt as if they were one unit, one body, one mind, bound not only by their blood but by their mutual desire to kill whatever crossed their path. It didn't matter if it was a bug or a rodent. They all crunched under their hooves and their soft bodies all squished. If anyone were to tell her that what she and her twin were doing was wrong Grusha wouldn't believe them. What was wrong with killing something that wouldn't be missed, anyway? And it wasn't like they were going to waste. She was collecting them, the proof of that was in the dead rats and the snake draped across her back and the squirrel that dangled from her mouth by its tail. Tae's voice made her stop and she watched as her twin readied herself then leapt from the bushes. Over the sound of the rustling leaves she could hear the faint sound of bones snapping as Tae killed whatever it was that had caught her attention. With far less grace than her sister, Grusha appeared from the bushes, her head lowering to inspect the lizard, but it wasn't one she wanted to add to her collection. She liked things with fur and scales and the lizard had neither. Still it crunched and squished so it wasn't a wasted kill. Grusha lifted her head and finally took notice of the wolves that they had inadvertently stumbled upon and she felt the white-hot spark of desire ignite in her small chest. She wanted one, but she wanted one alive. But how? How could they get one without killing it? |
