Beauty is in the Eye of Beetle (OPEN)
Jun 1, 2014 12:28:10 GMT -6
Post by Captain Flighty on Jun 1, 2014 12:28:10 GMT -6
Scarabaeus
All my atrocities
Come by way of reciprocity
I'm chewing the bones of my own reprieve
Death be my dignity
Execute hemlock philosophy
Poison fills the cup of the carpenter
All my atrocities
Come by way of reciprocity
I'm chewing the bones of my own reprieve
Death be my dignity
Execute hemlock philosophy
Poison fills the cup of the carpenter
She screamed; the sound a blood curdling, screeching tone that dug into his ear canals like thorns and caused his teeth to slam together in pure annoyance at its ugliness. The pale red hued mare wriggled and writhed upon the ground at his feet; her front leg shattered so destructively that white bits of bone could be seen beneath the blood all around the wound. [smear:1ea59a]"Silence, wench!"[/smear:73d2cb] His grating vocals snapped out with such force that she recoiled as if she'd been struck. Her screaming died down into whimpering and he sighed, a pleased smile twitching ever so slightly at the corners of his velvety lips. [smear:1ea59a]"Much better, dear."[/smear:73d2cb] his deep voice was strangely soft and kind sounding then.
The large beast circled the mewling, broken mare and he studied her features yet again. Her tail was set too low, her hindquarters far too thick to fit with the rest of her bodice and mane was a knotted mess. Her dished face was too curved causing her eyes to look as if they were going to pop out of her skull. She was ugly and the shining black beast had no intentions of letting her ugliness remain in this world. There were far too many ugly things. He lowered his shining horns toward the mare's face then and looked into her brown eyes; eyes the color of muck, not the warm color of bark or the soft brown of the earth. There were flecks of green that added a putrid and skin crawling tone to the brown. [smear:1ea59a]"I will give you a final gift, wench;"[/smear:73d2cb] he assured her. [smear:1ea59a]"I will make you beautiful."[/smear:73d2cb]
Her eyes widened with terror; her nares flaring widely, causing her to be even more hideous. Scarab snorted in utter distaste and moved 'round her once more. He stopped once he was near her back. Angling himself just right as she tried to watch him in terror, his teal eyes focused upon the throbbing area beneath the flesh of her too long neck. With lightning quick movements his weight settled upon his hind limbs as his fore hooves lifted into the air. He shoved forward and kept his aim true; smashing both cloven hooves into the hollow where the artery ran. His pointed hooves dug through flesh easily as power surged through his anatomy. The spray of crimson that filled the air around him was beautiful; tiny droplets staining his pelt, the ground and the pale red mare beneath him. She choked out her final breath and then lay still as the shining liquid pooled around her and painted the scene of her final moments.
Beautiful.
Beauty of annihilation looks
Like your prophet was mistaken
Is life really gone or just been wasted
Doom so close that I can taste it
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