𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 … the throne room under the mountain 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 … seren ( @xstarforged ) and the attor
a wet wine red warmth matts curls to the head, his cranium cracked against the marble. grey skin is pulled taut to hide its insides, ribs protruding in sickeningly unnatural ways. the attor is crouched in the shadows above him, carving deep into his flesh and threshing from him sculpted muscle. the blood blossoms hot and thick from his chest. he bares his teeth. everything was blood and pain. the pain weaves into a garland the shape of a noose — chiseling into him, cutting, serrating, begging him to disappear. it is at his ear with a sandstone cry, its gaunt mouth sharp with rows of whet teeth: ‘ you will die, lord of night. ’. the pain begins to bend, separating body from need as his anger is polished like a knife. the sable claws of its atrophied fingertips scrape the long flat bone of his sternum. he grasps for power that is now an arid well, a phantom of darkness that was once vast and tangible, thunderous like the roar of wild armies. the cathedral null, his head is used to bludgeon, temple bashed against calcified tissue until his skin is split above the brow. the creature rears back with a carnal snarl, wresting back a haggard limb in an action which unsteadies its cadaverous hull. it is enough. pale light glints off a honed claw that is poised to pierce, to ferry him through an arresting death. half his physique free of its pin, he drives his weight upward, propelled by a push on the sole of his fine leather boot. as he is carried by the motion, a dagger is drawn from the sheath at his calf. he sinks the blade betwixt the ribs, silver pooling at the abdomen, flesh rent and spilling feverish viscera. slit through the middle. dagger embedded to the hilt, it requires a graceless jerk to loose the weapon from its adversary, argent mist spattering marred attributes. he rolls to his feet, jaw clamped tight at the afflictive stretch of his wounds. adrenaline coils high in his gut. his eyes are like sinkholes, like death tessellated into moonlight as the attor circles him, staggering, holding in its glistening entrails with a pair of keen talons. a predator now hesitant of its beast of prey.
