click “play” and then pause it immediately after, allowing it to load. &hearts
when it has loaded, press “play” once more.
A wisp of a doe had hair that blew like fire.
She stood curtly along the edges of the birch, pacing slowly from one spot to the next, her shoulders moving back and forth like razor-edged blades. Her black doll-eyes shone sharply, like ravens’ wings, and her sea foam lips held rows of animalistic teeth. The dark was approaching, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow step towards her, massive and never-ending. A porcelain skull glowed from below his tines, and black holes created voids in a realm of blood. Venom-filled tusks hung from bone. A serrated smile touched the doe’s face, and she welcomed the great beast with an unwavering gaze.
“You’re late,” said Pandemonium, winding around the stag’s body, her ruffled feathers touching his scarred skin. What could only be described as a grin formed from his skull, and the stag cocked his head as he attempted to follow her movements. Her red hair was unmistakable—a cold, flaring beacon in the night—a sign of a violent death to come—or simply a huge blaze, ready to engulf anything and everything.
“I—ah…” Nevermore silenced himself, weaving around his lover as well, watching her bemused, ever-changing expressions. A few times the blue-ringed markings along her hind would glow with excitement, sparking at a breath. But then her lips curled and her ears flattened and her eyes rounded, staring at nothing in particular; if the gaze were directed towards anyone, one would expect a quick slash of a throat, the smell of a corpse.
“Well? I don’t suppose there was a disturbance, was there, honey?” That unnerving stare could cut through metal. It singed the petals upon the poppies below them. Nevermore’s gaze turned sour, and he cast a glare over his shoulder, pawing at the ground with an absentminded distaste.
“No.” A pause—a choking, stifling pause.
“If it’s something about that goddamn Azalea—“ Pandemonium hissed, whipping around, the rings on her back flickering a wild aquamarine. Her mate seemed offended by the statement and chuckled with dark humor, shaking his massive head. His laugh was that of a child’s scream or a raven’s cackle.
“She’s been gone for a long while now, love. Stabbed between the eyes by her own daughter; I’ve recovered over the initial shock by now. It was just so odd…she had latched on to me for so long, and I tried to kill her so many times, and she had been such a nuisance all of these years. It was just strange to think that the mother of my children was dead.” A snort erupted from him, and he turned to survey the land, shadowed and dotted with the resting figures of deer. Pandemonium was blank, unimpressed and unamused at his excuse. There had been a soft wavering in his droning voice.
“You are such an awful liar!” She stomped a hoof in disappointment, her teeth sharp against his throat, and he winced in despair. The black doll eyes roved over his skull, hoping for a sign of weakness—without luck, she turned in a flash, hissing as she did so. “You’ve been so different ever since she died. Placid. Dare I say it? You’ve gone soft, darling. You won’t go off on your roams anymore, and no blood—no excitement—has been scattered about this Forest. No one has died. It’s so boring, you know? They just need a little…jolt.”
Her canines brushed his neck. He breathed slowly and evenly.
“Nevermore?” she purred now, pulling away, turning primly, revolving in three complete circles. He dared not meet her gaze—even his own black holes could not contain those cruelly round circles. Her hair moved with a life of its own, twisting and shivering before she spoke once more, teeth grinding together, the grinding of bones between metal. “You’d best answer me, for your own good. To think that The Raven could not face his own lover…”
“You dare…!” his retort ended with a breathless gasp, and a wave of vertigo struck him sharply.
She smiled, teeth exposed, that keen grin shining white-red—“Of course I dare, Nevermore. I have always dared. What else did you expect? Did you expect me to mellow, like you have? Did you expect me to become a beautiful doe? Did you expect me to become Azalea?”
Nevermore groaned at the sound of her name, and Pandemonium’s hair engulfed the ground in a raging pyre of flames.
“She is dead.”
Her hooves pricked the ground, and those shark-eyes rounded to survey the sleeping forms of deer. The grin that was ever-present had died, though the aquamarine hoops on her back blazed and glared in rapid succession. Like a poisonous animal. Nevermore dared not say a word until she spoke again, quieter, more alluring.
“I would like to speak with you elsewhere. In the…civilized world. There will be no more bloodshed upon this land for now. And I do wonder…how has The Knight been? Lady Dragonfly? The Peacock’s Whim?” Her words were a sharp cut across bone. The doe took prominent glee in this realization, and her soft pacing continued as Nevermore quivered.
“…Are The Sentry’s eyes as blue as her own?”
He had the fleeting vision of a great stag lying dead in a pool of blood, skull shattered in two. The flame-maned doe shattered the image with her purring whisper.
She turned once more. Flowers died. “Come.”
They were gone in a crashing wave of starless smoke.
aww guys! hi, it's so nice to see you guys too. c: this is a project Fayne and I have been planning for a while, so hopefully it'll put me into the swing of things again. it's so great to see y'all <333
I demand more.
That picture there for some
This is lovely. It's good to see you around again. <3
That picture is perfect. The
The writing is excellent. I got lost in it.
Eee~ I'm so glad to see you posting again.
aww guys! hi, it's so nice to
as for the compliments, thank youuu ;_; <3
Part two's up here!
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