Post by Prayer on Apr 14, 2010 12:44:22 GMT -5
!!.GORE WARNING. AS USUAL.!!
i don't love how you love
but please don't leave me here alone
i don't feel how you feel
well it's my fault i'm bones
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but please don't leave me here alone
i don't feel how you feel
well it's my fault i'm bones
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It was a little chilly outside. The breeze cut through the buildings like a bad shiver, tarnishing the what-would-have-been warm evening. Prayer, however, didn't care for the weather. What was in her sight was all that mattered for now, as the slight frame crossed through the dark. Another girl walked quickly between the spaces, and Prayer followed close suit, making sure that she was hidden deep in the shadow. At a casual sniff to the air, all the information she needed was given to her. The other female was young, not particularly fit, and her heartrate was already sky-high. Prayer smirked softly to herself in the quiet, closing the gap slightly, enough that she could lunge for the girl if she was found out. Her own tattered clothing blew quietly in the breeze, stark ribcage casting it's own shadow on her stomach. She was down on her hands, feet following in clear suit as she crept, spider-like, toward the woman that had paused for a moment on the street corner.
Like a coiled spring she leapt, landing neatly on her prey's back, fixing her hands around the prey's neck and squeezing just enough to feel that thundering hearbeat underneath her fingertips. The strong, fluttering beat made her bite her bottom lip, digging her nails in slightly. "Don't cry, little fawn." She cooed in the panicking prey's ear. "I'll make it as slow and agonising as possible." Chuckling slightly, she tightened her grip more, nipping softly at the prey's ear.
The prey, meanwhile, was stuck like a deer in headlights, mouth open, eyes bulging, heartbeat slamming like a wild bird in her ribcage and breathing heaving through a narrow opening in her throat. Of course, her attacker could tell her not to cry, but she knew that she shouldn't have been out so late, knew that she was tempting this to happen and now it had. This was the end of her own self.
Prayer was grinning in the dim light, using her lean, barely-visible muscle to drag the frightened meat into the closest building, which happened to be the hospital of the city. Easily combating the squirm of the prey, she dragged the small woman up a few flights of stairs and into an old patient room, pushing her down onto the bed and strapping her with the patient restraints.
--UNFINISHED, DON'T REPLY--