Trigon Sama'el - D2 - DB CB#1 - (Fin)
Sept 12, 2018 21:09:46 GMT -5
Post by * on Sept 12, 2018 21:09:46 GMT -5
Age: 16
Siblings: 3
Status: Career
FC: Mallory Bechtel
She withers away in her heart like darkness saunters into the bedroom of a child fearful for the sandman's curse; she waits. She feeds on their smiles; their bedtime stories. Her lips curl up as she feasts upon their cries when the lights dissipate into thin air. Their wails for their parents to leave on their only saving grace. Animosity roams free within her capillaries, willing her to see the color from within their own hearts. Her ears prickle for the first howl of night time delectation as tender breaths escape from her unwilling victim.
With catlike agility, the quiescence of peace alludes to the coming fate. Lacy fingers move most diligently to retrieve a most precious prized possession.
A blade extracts itself from within her pocket, glinting from the moon's half lit lamp. The glass of the house suddenly becomes the victim as the caterwaul of the inanimate object begs for help.
Silence is nevermore.
Sheets dance in the sky. They fall, landing precariously over the head of the innocent. Ragged breaths rage from underneath the fictitious shelter in place. Whimpered groans escape in tiny flecks as movement slips through the window with such ghostlike presence.
"There's no such things as monsters - " Brittle words hang heavy in the air. A monstrous smile cracks her face. Sharpness shreds the sheets in one fine, easy movement. Eyes squint harshly, avoiding the creature to behold.
"Trigon spares you tonight, lest you abandon my sister again. Then you'll wish for sanctuary under your sheets." Feet bound for the window, exiting just as quickly as she came. The only claim to her leave is of the window's close.
Siblings: 3
Status: Career
FC: Mallory Bechtel
She withers away in her heart like darkness saunters into the bedroom of a child fearful for the sandman's curse; she waits. She feeds on their smiles; their bedtime stories. Her lips curl up as she feasts upon their cries when the lights dissipate into thin air. Their wails for their parents to leave on their only saving grace. Animosity roams free within her capillaries, willing her to see the color from within their own hearts. Her ears prickle for the first howl of night time delectation as tender breaths escape from her unwilling victim.
With catlike agility, the quiescence of peace alludes to the coming fate. Lacy fingers move most diligently to retrieve a most precious prized possession.
A blade extracts itself from within her pocket, glinting from the moon's half lit lamp. The glass of the house suddenly becomes the victim as the caterwaul of the inanimate object begs for help.
Silence is nevermore.
Sheets dance in the sky. They fall, landing precariously over the head of the innocent. Ragged breaths rage from underneath the fictitious shelter in place. Whimpered groans escape in tiny flecks as movement slips through the window with such ghostlike presence.
"There's no such things as monsters - " Brittle words hang heavy in the air. A monstrous smile cracks her face. Sharpness shreds the sheets in one fine, easy movement. Eyes squint harshly, avoiding the creature to behold.
"Trigon spares you tonight, lest you abandon my sister again. Then you'll wish for sanctuary under your sheets." Feet bound for the window, exiting just as quickly as she came. The only claim to her leave is of the window's close.
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