Luneshale Pass Fingers Tearing Through the Ground

Monsters knew when they were monsters. They knew what they did. They knew the sins they committed and made filth of the world with. They knew their disgusting nature.
The thing about monsters was that they knew who they were, but never did anything to change.

Machiavelli was a monster the moment he began to lie.

"No!" The word cracked from her throat, ragged and desperate as she staggered back. Tumbling backwards, searching across every which way with wandering eyes that couldn't sit right on any given thing. The desert darted across the vision and cast an awful blur.

They shot back to Machiavelli with an ironclad fret. "No. No, you're lying!" Said like a bird trapped in a cage too tight. Beating, beating against the cage. Head shaking frivolously, no. Oh, he thought he could trick her. Thought that a knee would be bent and a cheek would turn, and that the soot of each lie wasn't burning both lungs. But she knew liars too well. It was easy to know one when you were one yourself.

"Nobody imprisoned you, over- over me!" Chin, pulling up to the fur of that dark neck to bury away in a hug. Visually climbing through each scenario, their probabilities, stammering when the most obvious answers came to light. "Who would? Nobody! Nobody, and," and who would do that? "That make no sense! Nobody tell me. I'd know!" Who cared to? There had been no charges to press because she didn't choose to! She did what she wanted to! Machi was made into a fellahin! She had her games! Games had been played and they were all done now! They were finished now. They were supposed to be done now.

Legend didn't like this game.

Mouth, open from gulps of air that rushed down and fled back out like a ghosts imprisoned howl.

"I. Enter your room, to- find you! And you, gone! You. Gone! And when finally can smell? You? You leave before I get there! Gone!" Voice breaking like a cracked bell, rattling from somewhere deep, feral.

Cowering away from no beastly man with large teeth and bloody hands, but the image of a world that didn’t line up with hers.

Hardening, bristling not from the hairs of her hackles, but the tone in her voice. One foot stomped forward and that mouth fired like a gunshot and hummed low in the ground.. "Oh, but I see." Machiavelli thought she was stupid. Oh, did he now? Well, he had something coming for him. "I see! You think I don't know that you're just trying to get away from me. Oh, but you won't fool me. Trying to- avoid me. You got done and trying to run away now. Trying to shake me off! You're leaving me! You think I- stupid!" Maybe she was. And pain scarred her face as it cringed away, staring Machiavelli down through every moment of it.
Legend's mistake was ever straying from the priest. At least she knew his ways.

"But I know!" Heart, racing across and legs trembling below her stomach. Eyes angered. Glossy.

"I know!"

And it was easier to believe something that had happened before than deal with something that hadn't.