March 12, 2015, 06:31 PM
@Kadence
He stood, impassively, upon a mound of the dead and dying. They were all past screams, and in ever single one lay the curving scar he called his. A heavy gloom lay over everything, and he panted heavily as the mound of bodies shifted slightly beneath him. He was Darkness, the conqueror of all that was mortal.
No longer was he simply Crescendo, a cursed name uttered by his mother. No, he was better. He was different. He was the ultimate, the one that collected skulls like trophies.
And then she came. Through the silence that was the nothing and that was him, she came, shroud in a mist that cling to her like greedy children, and never left her. Her form was indistinct, quavery, but her scent was something Crescendo knew but would never remember in his waking moments. She was simply her, the dam with no name.
She approached, and Darkness lifted his mighty scarred muzzle to look at her silently as she approached. Her eyes flared a beautiful golden as she came, with no hesitation in her graceful step. Crescendo's nostrils flared, but he did not move until she came to rest a few feet from him.
"You have come?"
"I have"
With that, her eyes flared once again and a glaring golden light filled Crescendo's gaze, and in it was him, and the mark, hung over everything like the sun. And there their where, Star, Lexis, Redwood, they were all there, and they looked at him with empty faces, their wounds from his claws and fangs glowing silver. And then they lunged at him, and for a split second before their claws snagged on his fur the light disappeared, and they with it.
And then he was gasping, laying alone in a pool of red that was his blood. She was there, and looked down at him with a face that was impassive too, but his blood marred her features. And the dying brute met her eyes, and nodded, for he knew that this day would come. He would not escape death this time.
But before the eternal claimed him, his eyes of stars searched beyond the female, and there he saw two, smaller, but they smelled of the female, and they were of the female, and of...
From their features his gaze traveled to the golden eyes of the female, and their eyes met, and he understood. But he did not feel, could not feel now. Too late. Finally, he was lost in the eyes of the fae, and his world was one of gold before black.
And he woke.
But he did not remember.
He stood, impassively, upon a mound of the dead and dying. They were all past screams, and in ever single one lay the curving scar he called his. A heavy gloom lay over everything, and he panted heavily as the mound of bodies shifted slightly beneath him. He was Darkness, the conqueror of all that was mortal.
No longer was he simply Crescendo, a cursed name uttered by his mother. No, he was better. He was different. He was the ultimate, the one that collected skulls like trophies.
And then she came. Through the silence that was the nothing and that was him, she came, shroud in a mist that cling to her like greedy children, and never left her. Her form was indistinct, quavery, but her scent was something Crescendo knew but would never remember in his waking moments. She was simply her, the dam with no name.
She approached, and Darkness lifted his mighty scarred muzzle to look at her silently as she approached. Her eyes flared a beautiful golden as she came, with no hesitation in her graceful step. Crescendo's nostrils flared, but he did not move until she came to rest a few feet from him.
"You have come?"
"I have"
With that, her eyes flared once again and a glaring golden light filled Crescendo's gaze, and in it was him, and the mark, hung over everything like the sun. And there their where, Star, Lexis, Redwood, they were all there, and they looked at him with empty faces, their wounds from his claws and fangs glowing silver. And then they lunged at him, and for a split second before their claws snagged on his fur the light disappeared, and they with it.
And then he was gasping, laying alone in a pool of red that was his blood. She was there, and looked down at him with a face that was impassive too, but his blood marred her features. And the dying brute met her eyes, and nodded, for he knew that this day would come. He would not escape death this time.
But before the eternal claimed him, his eyes of stars searched beyond the female, and there he saw two, smaller, but they smelled of the female, and they were of the female, and of...
From their features his gaze traveled to the golden eyes of the female, and their eyes met, and he understood. But he did not feel, could not feel now. Too late. Finally, he was lost in the eyes of the fae, and his world was one of gold before black.
And he woke.
But he did not remember.