halo1
05-24-2006, 12:53 PM
I originally wrote this from my undead rogue's perspective, her meeting (with my friend) Sacrament, before he turned undead. But I deleted the girl.. so now this is sort of a random writing.
Her lips pulled back with such precision in a mocking smirk. As she knelt down in front of the limp body, her canines began to pulse with hunger. Pupils shifted, she saw every vein in his body illuminate, tracing every capillary, every inch of his body, bright red, and rich with life. Eyes rolled back in pleasure, she shuddered while her body invited the urge. Peering around, she lifted the body of her adversary up by his shirt, and looked him in the eyes, her bones red with his dripping blood. While she fought back the thirst, she watched his life trickle down her barren arms in spider web patterns, and dropping one by one to the ground beneath. Hit by the pulsating hunger again, she pulled him closer, whispering sweet demonic nothings into his ear before she sharply bit into his shoulder, drinking the hot blood from his muscles. He resisted, just enough to push her down into the grass, infested with the slow-moving creep of the night. Pulling his last amounts of energy from his body, he got on his hands and knees, dragging himself away from her in a futile, but hopeful, attempt to get free, leaving a soaking patch of weeds as he crawled.
Rolling her shoulder back into place, a soft chuckle escaped her lips, soon followed by a sharp inhale. She leapt onto him, rolling him onto his back and pinning him to the ground. Silently, she gazed at him, pressing her rotting fingers against his paling face, as though a lover would in a moment of passion. He began squirming, and pleading her to let him go, and his words fell short. He saw nothing from those hallowed eyes, and knew he would not get away.
"May I not be prey to you. I am already upon the brink, but should you want me so, then make me yours. Though your eyes are hallowed, I know of that look. You seek a companion in me. A playmate… a lover. Make me yours, and I will be with you as long as you allow."
Hearing this, she put a cold finger tip to his lips, lurid with the color of feverish death. She laid against him, nuzzling into his neck, laying her hair into the warmth of the blood trickling from the bite she had previously laid upon him. With all the strength he could, he managed to place an arm around her waist, sighing with relief, and closing his eyes.
An embrace. A smile. A set of fangs pressing against decaying flesh in the creep of the night.
Her lips pulled back with such precision in a mocking smirk. As she knelt down in front of the limp body, her canines began to pulse with hunger. Pupils shifted, she saw every vein in his body illuminate, tracing every capillary, every inch of his body, bright red, and rich with life. Eyes rolled back in pleasure, she shuddered while her body invited the urge. Peering around, she lifted the body of her adversary up by his shirt, and looked him in the eyes, her bones red with his dripping blood. While she fought back the thirst, she watched his life trickle down her barren arms in spider web patterns, and dropping one by one to the ground beneath. Hit by the pulsating hunger again, she pulled him closer, whispering sweet demonic nothings into his ear before she sharply bit into his shoulder, drinking the hot blood from his muscles. He resisted, just enough to push her down into the grass, infested with the slow-moving creep of the night. Pulling his last amounts of energy from his body, he got on his hands and knees, dragging himself away from her in a futile, but hopeful, attempt to get free, leaving a soaking patch of weeds as he crawled.
Rolling her shoulder back into place, a soft chuckle escaped her lips, soon followed by a sharp inhale. She leapt onto him, rolling him onto his back and pinning him to the ground. Silently, she gazed at him, pressing her rotting fingers against his paling face, as though a lover would in a moment of passion. He began squirming, and pleading her to let him go, and his words fell short. He saw nothing from those hallowed eyes, and knew he would not get away.
"May I not be prey to you. I am already upon the brink, but should you want me so, then make me yours. Though your eyes are hallowed, I know of that look. You seek a companion in me. A playmate… a lover. Make me yours, and I will be with you as long as you allow."
Hearing this, she put a cold finger tip to his lips, lurid with the color of feverish death. She laid against him, nuzzling into his neck, laying her hair into the warmth of the blood trickling from the bite she had previously laid upon him. With all the strength he could, he managed to place an arm around her waist, sighing with relief, and closing his eyes.
An embrace. A smile. A set of fangs pressing against decaying flesh in the creep of the night.