colorless sky
April 18, 2010 - 8:30pm — SarieBearie
it's heavily recommended you open new tabs and listen to the music that's suggested in links. if it's still going when you reach another link, sit and finish listening to it. it shows the mood rather well, sometimes better than the writing...
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Ears pinned back, blue eyes and shadows were the first views Azalea had of the Forest.
She stepped over the boundaries with a floating lightness, creases and lines across her aging face, still beautiful in a demonic and haunting way. There was a smile upon her face—something wasn’t right about it; it was too white and her teeth were too sharp—and a burning rapture in the depths of her dark eyes. Though her eyes had once been blue, her spirit had become so black-spirited that it had encased her iris color as well, gradually going from a blue to a grey to a pitch. Her pupils were slits and her long eyelashes were like spider’s limbs, crawling and twitching and swaying in the breeze.
Aspen bristled and the birds fled.
Nevermore, though he was noticeable, somehow remained out of focus, distant and faded and old and monstrous, kneeling near the birches, some remorse and pity and fury seething deep within his eye sockets, but he remained silent as the wind and looked away as his mate-no-more stopped, eyeing her son and daughter with those spider-like eyes and animalistic grin. Vipin’s fur pricked and he seemed frightened, for Aspen wove closer to him and put her great head beneath his own, shutting her eyes tightly as the sun passed overhead, glaring down upon them with anger. A single tear slid from Vipin’s eyes and landed in the fur of Aspen’s neck, and she laughed, so silent it was almost inaudible, before rising up to greet the hind that had birthed her, abandoned her, punished her and tried to murder her.
They locked eyes for a split second before Azalea let loose and howl of rapid, insane laughter, as Never and Vipin stared with complete fright. The son receded to his father and were together for the first time, looking in horror upon the woman that they had each loved and had each treasured and, blinded by it, had ignored her bloodlust and psychotic will and the stains upon her hooves and heart and how deep her eyes were. With a sudden jolt, their stomachs turned to hunks of ice and their pupils shrank and they realized just what kind of creature she was, beautiful and demented and berserk and unhinged.
The Flower?
The Black Hand.
Filth.
Mother.
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The sun rays swayed and they started to sink, and in the matter of minutes the Forest had been covered in a shield of black as Aspen stood, every muscle in her body tight and cold. Azalea’s laughter had stopped and her teeth had reappeared once more, too sharp to be human, too white to be an animal. What is she?
A monster…
“Aspen!” cried the doe, and bolted towards her. Aspen sidestepped at the last minute and rammed her over, huffing and snorting and pawing the ground with such a hushed animosity that was so disconcerting that all life around them seemed to become scared stiff with realization. “Go to Hell,” Aspen pleaded, and shook her head as tears slid over and around her cheeks. Azalea’s perplexed smile turned warped and she sprung up, enjoying the thrill of seeing Aspen step back as she moved closer.
“You’ll have to kill me first,” she said with certain glee, and Aspen’s pupils turned to pinpoints.
“I’m not a murderer. You’re no victim of mine.”
“I could be. We all go crazy eventually, my love, my dear…I was beautiful once, too! Haha! You can’t believe that, can you, you selfish bitch? But it’s true. I had a lovely mate and I was going to give birth to twins. And then you know what? I snapped.”
A twig broke beneath her hoof. Aspen’s eyes paled.
“I began to think about what other blood upon my body would feel like instead of my own…”
“You’re a hellion,” Aspen gasped, “and no mother of mine.”
“But I went through the pain of having you within me. I deserved praise for that…I deserved praise for mating with a monstrosity—“ she glared over at Never, who winced visibly and swallowed nervously or the first time in his life—“…and I deserved praise for birthing the two demon twins. I called you two that the first years of your life. Don’t you remember? The two fiends and freaks and savages. The Black Devils…I could’ve killed you two so many times…”
“Shut up,” Aspen moaned, ignoring the fact that Vipin was crying, ignoring the fact that her father, who she had despised and wished dead for so long was shaking with sorrow, shaking his head and shaking his tines and shaking his body and murmuring his late apologies. Ignoring the fact that Azalea’s teeth were bared against her neck… “Shut up. Go away.”
“Sometimes killing is the only way to get rid of things.”
A wind ruffled their fur.
“Kill me so we will both suffer eternal pain.”
Kill me, kill me, kill me…kill her, kill her, kill her…
“Kill her,” Aspen said to no one in particular.
“Kill me,” said Azalea.
She did.
So now she was just like her.
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And then darkness fell, and Vipin wept, and Nevermore faded to black, and Azalea’s corpse glowed with the final stab wound of her daughter’s confusion, glowing between her eyes, glowing between her teeth, her own blood upon her body for the very last time. The blood stained the pure white upon her chest and dyed her lips cherry red, and her heart sank into peace at last as it beat once in its finale and stopped. Aspen lay next to her, crying insufferable curses, pounding at the grass with agony unmatched, her blue eyes sparking black.
And Azalea died at the hands of her daughter, as she had planned.
And Aspen would suffer eternally, as she had planned.
And Nevermore would forever become scarred and beaten and frightened, as she had planned.
And Vipin would weep, as she had planned.
And the others would wince and stare, as she had planned.
And the birds would caterwaul, as she had planned.
And it would be a perfect night, as she had planned.
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...<3 ;A; Your writing holy crrr...I love it hnn. The ending. skdjfh. skdjfhsdkjfh. -NO WORDS-
ahhhhthisisspooky but soso
AND THE MUSIC WAS SEXY. *STILL LISTENING TO IT* /loss for words sorryyyyyy
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I LOVE THE MUSIC SO MUCH I CAN'T EVAN
lol eerie THAT'S GOOD I WAS GOING FOR ..CREEPY. I like writing on the wing because inspiration comes at random times for me. the last song scares me -HIDES-THANK YOU ;;
that was creepy GOCANES
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GOCANES -foam finger for asp :I- srs bzns she is intense BUT ANYWAYS this was awesomeeeeee as usual and everything sdfsdf
I was a fail and didn't notice the music though :\ -FRYINGPAN'D-
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jk jk I love your face GOCANES lol stop telling me I'm awesome right now just WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. the. music. LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW.
My skin kept getting that
YAY good, I was trying to
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That was awesome. Your writing style is so good. 8D
The music fit so well too. ^^
Ocean you little stalker you!