------------------I have seen the dark universe yawning ---------------------------------Where the black planets roll without aim, It's between the doomed hill of corals that she lingers in the tides, swaying both closer and further away from those violent, sharp edges with the currents of the deep sea. The anemones reach out when the currents bring her closer. They devour the fat ocean worms that cling to her skin, bedding down in the hollows of her cannon bones and the spaces between her wings. All the sea ebbs around her, breaking against the edges of her form until she looks like sea-foam drowned in the deep, impossibly white and thick enough to drown. The sharks swim circles above her, a halo of fins, slick gray and toothy smiles that never manage to quite close. She's dressed with the predators of the sea, cloaked in the darkness where the only light that filters through is black, black, black. Wormlust grazes on those anemones, relishing the sharp sting of their defenses against her tongue and lips. She feels as if she's alive with their electricity, full of the power of the sea and she can almost forget that the steel of her bones is nothing more than brittle, mortal marrow now. Her wings are nothing more than fins in the deep, stained blue and drifting with the tide. That blackness that might be a 'thing' for how it seems to breathe against the silken weight of her wings. They reach out from her side like koi fins, butterfly like, ragged and thin enough to be made of the membrane that spreads over eyes that were made for the atmosphere, to behold the cosmos in all that wonderful and massive glory. Soon though, she grows tired of the sting of anemones and the shark-flesh over head. She's had her fill of sea-creatures, of predators too tiny to soothe her hunger for more than a moment. And so she takes to the tides, to the currents and she slices through that living darkness like a comet full of blazing fury, set on a course to devour the entire world in ocean foam. He is nothing more than another predator in the sea when she comes upon him, slick with water and seaweed. A kelpie, a monster of the deep that came after her, after the cosmos and the below beheld the terror of her form and knew that another of her kind should not be made. “Oh,” Bubbles take her words and encase them with the air from her lungs that's she's stolen from the gills of an orc and a dolphin. “you are not quite the same as I.” Closer she swims, circling him like a shark, fangs glimmering in the moonlight that trickles in this shallower place where she found him. Oh, she wishes she said the words, let the waves tangle about him like teeth, like currents that flow deep, deep, deep. Oh, do you think you taste as the sea might, salted and sweet? But instead she only circles above him, his own halo made of predator wings and flesh and weeds. monster of the sea |
@Taisce
