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They do not breathe but they lust They do not feel emotion but they feed It is sacred blood that they seek Power that they desire
It is true, that they once could breathe Once, they had loved.
It was Winter’s wind who kissed her skin And it was His tongue pulling at her heartstrings. His words, so beautiful to the mortal’s ear, That she succumbed
And she desired He who stole her heart Claimed her last breath As his lips Met hers and introduced A new life into her
Unliving hunger found her willing And she fell Out of grace by her own accord
Not a word was said, but he could read her eyes, Opulent blue with green speckled hue, Now crimson by the new destruction of their lives When they fell into immortal bliss That she had loved him.
And it is this The life they live An idiosyncrasy As they merely exist Not breathe Yet hunger
And prior emotions are only but a faded dream One she clings to when she feels the slight tug At the mound that used to beat within her chest At times she wonders if it is but a test To measure how long they can endure
Life without any passion But that which urges them onward Lusting Only for blood
The human before her narrowed his eyes on her small form. He took a step toward her cautiously, raising feeble hands as he began to speak in a tongue unknown to her. She knew by the robes, in which he wore, that he was a mage of Albion descent.
This brought a playful grin to the full, reddened lips as her own eyes set on his, locking him into his current thought, whatever it had been. Words of incantation sang from her lips swiftly as she closed the distance between them and raised a pale hand to the sweet warmth of his sallow cheek.
With a deliberate strike of her thumb, she traced the fine line of his cheekbone, allowing her fingers to teasingly drift behind his head. Nephinity grasped his hair between her slender fingers eagerly and pulled his head down to hers. Her tongue darted out from between the hungry lips and found his own.
She pulled back, their noses still touching, his neck arching as he struggled to close the distance once more. It was at that point, when his frail arms tightened around her waist, that she licked the delicate skin of his neck, pleased by the moan that escaped dry lips. This pleasure briefly fed the craving before the feast. Nephinity smiled within the dark recesses of her hood and the man, trance-like, closed his eyes as his fingers tightened around the cold metal, inside her cloak, covering her small waist. Both hands moved nimbly to her hood, lowering it from around her dark head as her hair, unfettered and wild, sprang down loosely around her shoulders. Her teeth plunged into his skin, sinking deeper into his neck, cradled in her hand.
She looked down upon the crumpled body at her feet and briefly closed her eyes as the long, blackened lashes tickled her pale cheek. Placing two fingers to her still moistened lips, she kissed them almost thoughtfully and outstretched her hand down to his lifeless form and vanished into the nearby shadows.
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|  | Re: Nephinity « Reply #1 on Oct 18, 2005, 2:02pm » | |
Wow <shivers> That is some powerful writing! (Seriously, VERY well written...very dark but very lyrical and vivid)
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