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07-25-2012, 12:28 PM
Movement. Strange pale eyes snap towards the swarthy darkness of the forest, narrowing in suspicion, but there is only the stagnancy of silence and the quiver of her breath. She relaxes, resigns herself to watch the corpse, even if it is not the Sentinel's, even if it is. Moonlight reigns above the tall crown of the dark forest although the sky is shrouded with clouds.
Stronger movement - leaves rustle as if possessed, branches groan as they are bent and pulled: black dog crawls from the bushes; young, limping slightly, easy pickings. Cassandra feels her body tense, bloodred ears snapping against her poll like frightened birds. She bares teeth which glisten in the dim light. She wants to tear this pup from sight, she wants it to leave her alone with her father. Muscles bulge, ripple, steel colored tail lashing against her haunches.
The flower lays innocently on the deceased.
More black - a colt follows the dog, bridle glowing softly on his face. Teeth snap towards them; she is standing defensively over what had been the head of the Sentinel, a shadow cast over the white flower by the mass of her dark iron body. She knows that bridle, although once it had been the color of dirt, of dry flesh. Has this babe defaced her father, stolen whatever last scrap of identity he had, leaving only his blood? The eyes take on a new glint - like the flat of a blade. He speaks with the gentle voice of a child but the girl can only hear the taunting in his voice grating against the back of her skull, can only feel the sadness and anger rising in her throat like bile.
"No," she answers, voice betraying her heart, "leave me alone."
Her body trembles, fury flushed from her system like a virus.
She cries.
Stronger movement - leaves rustle as if possessed, branches groan as they are bent and pulled: black dog crawls from the bushes; young, limping slightly, easy pickings. Cassandra feels her body tense, bloodred ears snapping against her poll like frightened birds. She bares teeth which glisten in the dim light. She wants to tear this pup from sight, she wants it to leave her alone with her father. Muscles bulge, ripple, steel colored tail lashing against her haunches.
The flower lays innocently on the deceased.
More black - a colt follows the dog, bridle glowing softly on his face. Teeth snap towards them; she is standing defensively over what had been the head of the Sentinel, a shadow cast over the white flower by the mass of her dark iron body. She knows that bridle, although once it had been the color of dirt, of dry flesh. Has this babe defaced her father, stolen whatever last scrap of identity he had, leaving only his blood? The eyes take on a new glint - like the flat of a blade. He speaks with the gentle voice of a child but the girl can only hear the taunting in his voice grating against the back of her skull, can only feel the sadness and anger rising in her throat like bile.
"No," she answers, voice betraying her heart, "leave me alone."
Her body trembles, fury flushed from her system like a virus.
She cries.
