Herbalists' Cache lamb to the slaughter

hands down my favourite post ive ever written

Before he is able to stop himself, halt in his steps and retreat in the opposite direction does the woman marked for damnation catch his eye. The scent and witness of another’s flesh floods his senses, and before he is able to stop himself, he feels his mind begin to slowly sink like quicksand. And he accepts it's warm embrace, falling into a deep slumber that gave rise to a much more barbaric subconscious. Awakened rose a creature capable of more damage than Vaati alone could muster, something born of utter sin in the complete absence of light. It is him to a degree, but comprised also of an unknown entity that is as inherently evil as it is primal. Perhaps it is simply him, giving himself an excuse to conduct behaviour he could not justify in the daytime, but it is malicious in intent nonetheless.

She looks to him with such disgust, it amuses him. So quickly she had judged, gazed upon him with overwhelming scorn that he cannot help but to release a hiss of levity -- her assessment of him does not even scratch the surface.

Pale eyes gleam radiant under the glare of the moon, pointed downward upon her with an unknown gaze of both tranquillity and venom. “Come closer.” He commands of her; remaining in his place though his thunderous voice radiates outwards to reach the internal catacombs of her thought, a hypnotizing croon summoning her soul into the void of eternal darkness. Truly, that’s what it was -- her future was solidified and locked away in the chains of fate from the moment she had made the error of calling his attention. With a devilish grin does his tongue run over the points of his canines that had claimed the lives of many before, beginning to gather the metallic recollection of blood on his palette.