I got inspiration for this piece from this:
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"The world is not full of energy and delight but of madness, greed and corruption. Living is hateful, and death is no better, and from end to end of the universe this is the first and last and only truth."
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Anyways, this is yet another little excerpt from my story. I will write the first bit of the Chapter tomorrow...for now I have only written the second. xD
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This was not the Ayra he knew. She was different now; fangs bared, dripping ebrethil, eyes flashing with a passionate fury. Each night-black hair on her pelt seemed charged with static force. A menacing snarl ripped past teeth like ivory thorns.
He swayed against the waves of pure rage that emanated from her, the walls on undiluted hatred.
On either side of him, cliffs of sheer ice bit the air like the frozen teeth of a great beast. The Winter sky was a vault of pale flame.
The wing beats of Lost souls sounded from higher up, and he fancied for a second that they would take him away. But they soon passed over the ridge, and with them went his hope.
The man's terror scent maddened her; each frantic beat of his heart seemed to mocking for her every second she delayed in taking his life. The high singing of his blood through his veins filled her with a fierce ache and she snarled; a deep thunder that shook the ice.
He backed up and she leapt forwards slightly, scattering snow over him. His face contorted in terror and he backed up again. But there was nothing behind him but air; empty, unyielding to his frantic grasp.
It was only a small ravine that he had fallen down, she noticed with grim amusement. And yet the air had been knocked out of his lungs and he lay gasping on the rocks like a fish out of water. He tried to take another breath but the wind snatched it away with an echo of screaming laughter.
Freezing snow crystals melted into his eyes, blurring his vision, but through the glinting rivulets of water he saw--
Ayra.
She jumped down from the rocky incline with flowing grace, muscles rippling under a windswept black pelt. Silent paw steps sent a ripple of nightmares through the air as she advanced. Her eyes burned with a cold intensity and he stirred feebly, struggling to rise. But something in his back was out of place; a bone, grinding painfully against the rest.
He couldn't move.
She could smell his fear. It rolled off him in reeking waves; tantalizing, delicious. Her eyes were dead-set focused on his limp, fur-clad body. He made a vain attempt to rise again and she laughed. It was a harsh, bitter sound, harsh yet full of arrogance and pride. It made him cringe, for upon hearing it, he knew that she would show no mercy.
His life flashed before his eyes in heart-breaking glimpses. Sobs racked his frail, deceased body. His wife, his children; would he ever see them again?
No.
She leapt with surprising suddenness, a brutal anger etched into every movement, every economic ripple of muscle. She landed square on his chest.
Never had she felt anything as delicate as his slender ribs, never anything as desperate as the beating of his heart. Her instincts roared within her, telling her to kill him. And suddenly she was filled with an urge to feel the splintering crunch of bones under her jaws, the elastic snapping of tendons beneath her needle-filed claws.
She couldn't wait any longer.
Pain exploded in his shoulder and shot through his veins like wildfire, poisoning his blood. A soundless scream racked his bones with spasms of agony, but it never made it to his lips.
The pain was all encompassing, consuming his thoughts, his life. He opened tear-blurred eyes and saw his killer's, inches from his face. But hers weren't blurry. They were blazing, vivid with feral lust. Vicious jaws clamped down hard on the base of his neck with an iron strength. Everything was a mass of pain and pulsating lights. He felt the steaming blood flood onto the snow. His blood. His skull was a nimbus of agony, rising to a climax of unbearable pain...
He felt the dying beats of his heart through a fog of indifference. There was heat around him, but within he was locked in ice.
It was all futile--what was the point of living, when lives could be snuffed out like candles? What was the point of loving, when lovers flit like butterflies from this world to the next?
With vicious, dreadful finality, Ayra's teeth came down hard. His life rushed onto the snow.
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Ayra paced restlessly, trying to fight back the horrible guilt that raked her heart like claws. That man had a family, a life...and she had taken it all away. She remembered with bitter pride how his life had come away in her teeth.
But then the guilt came rushing back in a wave, no, a tSunami of terrible, unstoppable force. She howled, a wild, stricken lament so passionate it seemed the very stars would weep.
But they did not, and only twinkled coldly down at her, cruel and silent.
And she was alone, with only the screaming wind to keep her alive.
What have I done?
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