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02-01-2014, 10:53 PM
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The Mongrel delights in the mockery of the individuals who wander, laden with sorrows and burdens neither he nor Confutatis have familiarized themselves with. They are distinctly repugnant beasts, repulsive in the utmost, in their malicious and sadistic retaliations, their rancorous hopes and their silken ambitions. In the turning, twisting, contorting shadows, their own shapes correspondingly conform to the idea of unconformity; their shadows flicker and stretch and contract, and they seemed teethed, these shadows, they seem hideous and monstrous, as if reflecting the vengeful natures of whom they belong to. Together they watch, magnificent in their spiteful lurking, cowardly brave beasts whom grin and sneer and smirk, their teeth glistening foulest of rotted yellows. They are the doormen, the greeters for the mourners, the oblique promise there is darkness even in the depths of love and compassion and protection and that even in refuge from the undead, there is corruption that taints that of which crosses it's path. But they have learned. It is she who approaches first, a dark mare tall and grim, withering smile playing on sinister lips, the spawn of a demon lord and a bastardly coward. There is an utterly damning sleekness to her slinking moves, a seductive sway to her scarred hips, an impetuousness chiseled in the black stone of her malignant and negligently foul face. Bone armour ripples out from the second spine she wears most proudly, plates of gristly white and vaguely stained yellow, skeletal mementos rattling most fiercely in her mane, a gift from the Giving Tree. At her feet whirls a kitsune, a Mongrel, black and obsolete, a smile like poison and a glare like Death; they approach the mare given the night sky to wear upon her wings, to cloak her shoulders. "You are safe now." Confutatis declares, her tones uttered soft and authoritatively empowering, and a smile widens on her face, a smile that glints with the feeling of flies drawn to a corpse. "The dead do not touch the spawn of demons." |
