Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 28, 2003 21:52:15 GMT -5
The cold water raced through the subterranean vicinity of waste and sludge, dark and cold forbidding world where rats scurry among the dismal dwellings. Chattering among themselves about the light among, that world of strange creatures that walked in the light. Garbage lost between the drainpipes of the sewage, scraps for the creatures of darkness that only lower abode could inspire.
A loud splash as the Queen of Death landed bare feet in the mire and rubbish, ebony flesh in a new stolen attire of a black blouse that was half way undone and a knee length matching skirt. Did anyone know just who she was? The elusive beast, a creature molested, conformed and sculpted by the corruptions of the night? She didn’t care about the liquid brushing over her flesh as she sauntered through her small kingdom. Here she ruled, over rats and bones. Those odd golden eyes looked around, scanning the place as she came to a short halt. A rat crept up and squeaked at her.
Her body turned, lashing out at the poor creature as those reflexes all too quick while she bit on the head and decapitated the rodent. She tilted her head back to let raven tendrils spill away from that visage as she drank the blood draining it off its essence. Nothing like a snack from one of her servants. She ripped a chunk of meat from its belly as she chewed; her procession was once again on the move as she made her way to her lair.
The stench of decay and demise was strong as in one cave portion of the sewers where there was no holes or air vents to let anyone know just where this small portion of Hell laid. Bones of arms, legs and skulls scattered like a mound of death. She added that corpse of the rat to her garden, as she moved over into it sitting among a center of it like a throne almost. It was like a chair of the arms and legs, ribs to shape the back while skulls settled on the top, ends of the arms and down below at her feet. A queen among the decay.
How did she come about this way? Perhaps by tortures of the Council or maybe just human hands using her as a lab rat. Whatever the cause they had pushed her too far, over the limits of sanity and into the depths of lunacy. Humans her prey; she the predator. Maybe she had been a government protect gone wrong; oh they really need to stop making such horrible mistakes.
What was she planning tonight? To go out and hunt once again or to stay within her Kingdom and gnaw on bones that had no more flesh to devour? So she would go out tonight, perhaps she would visit the Circus. Out from her world she would melt into the crowds above; let the fun begin.
A loud splash as the Queen of Death landed bare feet in the mire and rubbish, ebony flesh in a new stolen attire of a black blouse that was half way undone and a knee length matching skirt. Did anyone know just who she was? The elusive beast, a creature molested, conformed and sculpted by the corruptions of the night? She didn’t care about the liquid brushing over her flesh as she sauntered through her small kingdom. Here she ruled, over rats and bones. Those odd golden eyes looked around, scanning the place as she came to a short halt. A rat crept up and squeaked at her.
Her body turned, lashing out at the poor creature as those reflexes all too quick while she bit on the head and decapitated the rodent. She tilted her head back to let raven tendrils spill away from that visage as she drank the blood draining it off its essence. Nothing like a snack from one of her servants. She ripped a chunk of meat from its belly as she chewed; her procession was once again on the move as she made her way to her lair.
The stench of decay and demise was strong as in one cave portion of the sewers where there was no holes or air vents to let anyone know just where this small portion of Hell laid. Bones of arms, legs and skulls scattered like a mound of death. She added that corpse of the rat to her garden, as she moved over into it sitting among a center of it like a throne almost. It was like a chair of the arms and legs, ribs to shape the back while skulls settled on the top, ends of the arms and down below at her feet. A queen among the decay.
How did she come about this way? Perhaps by tortures of the Council or maybe just human hands using her as a lab rat. Whatever the cause they had pushed her too far, over the limits of sanity and into the depths of lunacy. Humans her prey; she the predator. Maybe she had been a government protect gone wrong; oh they really need to stop making such horrible mistakes.
What was she planning tonight? To go out and hunt once again or to stay within her Kingdom and gnaw on bones that had no more flesh to devour? So she would go out tonight, perhaps she would visit the Circus. Out from her world she would melt into the crowds above; let the fun begin.