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| Topic Started: Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:47 pm (433 Views) | |
| Night | Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:55 am Post #46 |
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The softness of his lips were the last thing she truly felt. After her main viens were ripped from her neck she could feel focus slipping away. Vision becoming blurred and almost unreal. Until finally nothing. Nights body laid on the floor motionless, her perfect form slightly disfigured, her skin even more pale than before she lay on the floor in a pool of blood. Her wings were gone, left only with smooth skin on her back the perfect ragdoll lay torn to peices by one of the men that loved her the most, her eyes were open, going back to their origional grey, her hair going back to its real platinum blond. The sun peeked through the shutters. |
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| Draco Orion | Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:23 am Post #47 |
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His pupils were filled with a crazy red as he couldn't see anything. His mind sinking deeper into a unforgiving rage for her blood. It's all her smelled, the citrus smell of Puppe's blood. His silver hair soaked with a dry dark scabby red. The red drops sliding off the strands of his hair as he quickly snapped backwards to his knees. He lifted his hands to see as the thousands of thoughts came back. Wha..What have I done? Is she dead? I can't see a anything. All I can smell is her blood, her sweet tasty blood. Where is she? I gotta get this blood out of my eyes! Puppe! NO! Please still be with me! Please! Draco cracked back to his own stability. Draco's once pale hands covered in blood wiped themselves among his black shirt, Doing so Draco wiped his clouded eyes as he threw the blood to the ground. His eyes a vibrant blue once again. Hovering over Puppe's body Draco looked directly at her eyes. They were still and dilated as if tortured, frozen from fear. Draco hunched over as he began to pat her down speaking. "Wake up! Wake up!" Did I kill her? Where is Yaksha? No! wait I saved her didn't I? I killed her for her own safety, right? Draco lightly beginning to feel a light sensation to tear up. He restrained it as he bent over one last time kissing her as the sunlight singed part of his silver hair. His lips tasting hers one last time before rigor mortis set in. His hands reaching her eyes as he closed them. "Forgive me, for saving you the only way I knew how..." Draco's voice drifting off as he coward backwards from the sun. Stone of Yaksha's house white, now red with blood. |
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| Night | Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:55 pm Post #48 |
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Light a candle, lay flowers at the door for those who left behind and the ones that caem before, here it comes now sure as silence follows rain. The taste of you upon my lips the fingers in my brain. Ever gentle. As it kills her where she lay. Who are you to resist, who are you to fail? --- After the blood shed was cleaned up, after the peices were put back together again they cuold not find the body, it was gone like the wind as were the wings and any trace of what had happened. Except for two bands on the floor. Black outlined in silver. Look up the lyrics to 'out of my mind' by duran duran. |
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