Python [I, II, III]


"It’s night inside of you. Soon you’ll witness the rearing up of the brave animal that you are."
—Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Extracting the Stone of Madness."












C


The serpent approaches the sleeping stags with the silence of a shadow. Her cold belly slithering over the snow that coats the forest, she does not feel the chill. A nearby sapling catches her eye and she approaches it, her body coiling around the trunk in undulating movements to look upon the tigers beneath her. Her muscles tighten over leaves, stray branches aching to grow, and suffocating them for the briefest moment as the constrictor decimates her prey.

Her scales ripple with telltale colors. Black. Red. Grey. Her body trembles as she finds her resting place around a branch, her head slipping down to gaze upon he who she has come to seek. Onyx eyes blink with the glint of the sun, but that is the only life that shows in the abysmal stare. She stills, she becomes one with the tree. She watches, she waits.

Seconds pass. Minutes. Her body is unmoving, her muscles taut. Her victim breathes, lulled by sleep, content in the patch of sun he has found.


But then, a shutter opens at her forehead. A vibrant eye, frantic in its movements, shining like a ruby immersed in sunlight. A slit pupil dilates as it searches, as it seeks. The glow it emits does not fade, but rather grows in intensity with every passing moment before at last settling on the slumbering Embers beneath the tree, paying no mind to his brother.

Slowly, her lengthy body uncoils and she drops herself from her branch. Her weight brushes the forest floor like a feather.

The crimson eye remains paramount over an otherwise beady, torpid stare. She piles upon herself, singular limb wrapping until she is stacked high, having slunk close to the dreaming beast.

Drawing herself up, Python leaned forward. Her forked tongue darted out in a transitory moment and a Judas Kiss is delivered to the Firebringer. A fatal mark. A calling. A target.








D






He jolts in his sleep, his frame quaking with the abrupt terror of nightmares as the snake retreats.

Her red eye recedes, a black stare regarding the other with some amount of empathy. Her intent was not malevolent, yet his achilles heel did she bite. With a last regard for all she has inflicted, for the black smoke that fills the tiger’s nostrils and consumes him in a sheet of darkness, the Serpent vanishes.



In the wake of what has been left, Nikhil is left within his fitful dreams. Tossing, turning, temperature piquing beyond what it ever has before. The heated points of his antlers pulse with a vibrant glow, his muzzle salivates molten gold, and his eyes liquify into a dripping puddle with his fiendish sleep.

He will not stir, no matter what seeks to prompt him, but a visibly absent cocoon preserves him. No touch, malicious or benevolent, can be pressed upon his skin.

He sleeps, and for now, it is all he knows.





^







Dreaming [I.i]


“...”

“Where are you?”








“You told me to go.”


“You’ve been better without me. Haven’t you?”




“I…”

“I’ve been afraid without’y.”





“Why are you afraid?”















“Answer me, Nikhil.”


“I… I...”



“Why did you call me back?”


“I missed’y.”



“You hated me.”



“I had a reason.”













“Why did y’kill them?”





“I did not.”



“You did!”



“We did it, Nikhil. Not I.”


“There’s no we.



“...”

“Why do you hate me, Nikhil?”

"Why do you hate us?"


“S’no us.”


“There is, Nikhil. Let me show you.”



LossTraumaRageFailureFear

¤









Incendiary [II]


He stops breathing. A tremble follows, shooting through his body and briefly causing his frame to spasm as though alive once more. At the base of his chest, just above his heart, a crack begins to form.

It expands, spindly tendrils reaching out as an orange liquid seeps through, dribbling to the earth in a smooth, sizzling puddle just beneath Nikhil's breast. Pieces of flesh flake away, rapidly incinerated as something pushes its way through. His very entity pulls free, clawing at the earth beneath it as it takes shape under the two pairs of watchful eyes.











When he is all but drained, nothing left in his lifeless corpse, the liquid surrounding him begins to take shape. It sizzles, spits, hisses like the Tiger it is - a snarling creature that becomes gaseous, plasmatic, taking on the features of an inferno in the shape of Nikhil himself.

An eyeless gaze is given to the two accompanying the body before he, the Incendiary, protectively curls around his host, allowing the final pieces to come into place. He cradles the body desperately, urging it to accept the changes - to accept him, lest he wither and die.







Subsume [III]


Late in the night, he begins to tremble. Struggling for breath as the magik within him, imbued by his mother and left to fester under the watchful eye of the Incendiary, finally begins to take action. Slowly, it heals the body scorched by time, grief, and a specific curse placed over the stag since his adolescence. What he once feared, fought, finally joins him in harmony - it wraps around his very heart in a tight hug before smoothing over, washing through his innards in a viscous, yet refreshing, stream of heat.

Sensing its new companion, the Incendiary musters in spite of the close eyes of its host's lover and daughter and returns to the fissure scarred over Ember's chest, joining its ally.


His body spasms once more as the two come together, as what he was always meant to be breaks through the cage placed over him by a pair of brothers, demons, who had controlled his very entity for nearly three years; stifling his potential, suffocating what could have been.

In the last hours of the transformation, like an infant he grows. In a burst of what was withheld from him, his legs grow slightly longer, his antlers thicken, and his body leans out in spite of lingering muscle. A ragged gasp is exhaled in a last puff before, at last, he is allowed to sleep his exhaustion away.


When he wakes, he curls himself around the Nightling that has sat vigil all night.








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