Aphotic Debitage
Something about listening to the Sweeney Todd soundtrack over and over again for days killed writer's block. *waltzes*
Would have finished it, but Wicked forced me off for dinner and anime.
Unintended cliffhanger this time... Sort of.
OBLIGATORY WARNING: Extreme violence and, uh, cannibalism... Jenna being Jenna. Dictionary necessary to point of redundancy.
All my best friends are thesauri [or: I <3 adjectives]
Oh, how Sunshine tried to scream, so hard, as Jenna’s jaws sank deep into her flesh. It was so important, this understanding she carried that Jenna was not, in fact, Rain, and yet she could not bring herself to so much as whisper it to the darkness that was creeping into the edge of her vision. There is a terror, close to death, that negates all ability to function. Her wide eyes and smooth skin slick with cold sweat tempted it so sharply, and the thick blood poured over her chest and onto Jenna’s eager fingers. Sunshine’s mouth was dropped taut and next to breaking in strained attempts to cry out to the others, who stood just beyond the dune which she writhed, then lay [quite still and pretty, in her liquid red blanket, Jenna thought], silently against. There was a beautiful-dark irony in the small bird, a linnet finch lighting on a branch of vicinal dune sunflower, the girl’s Key.
It wasn’t long before Jenna’s feeding was finished and it heaved, inhaling deeply. The sheer smell of sweat and adrenaline whispered beneath the deep odor of cruor and sand over it's mouth. It grabbed handfuls of gritty silica and began to pull itself up and over the sand drift. It nearly smiled, baring sharp teeth, at the expressions of suspended hysteria gracing everyone below as they witnessed her form, silhouetted in clouds of climbing dust before the setting sun, rise behind Terra’s as she sat, legs dangling over the slip face of the dune. Terra’s arms lay slack and exhausted at her sides, fingers sinking into the mealy surface blown onto the indurate ridge over time she did not yet know she no longer had.
Happily, Jenna knelt behind Terra, who became all-too-suddenly and keenly aware of it’s proximity. Her head shot up sharply and the drowsy drop fell away from her mismatched eyes. Her tired hands clenched into fists and she arched her back, stretching her legs out before her and making herself rigid so that she started quickly to slide down the arenaceous scarp. Jenna extended her arm, reaching down and out in that way it moved that manifested as funeral’s pace but executed mercurially. It snatched the nape of Terra‘s neck like a mother cat, hard and sharp, firmly grasping cloth and skin as it‘s hand shook in tenuous, intoxicating anticipation.
“Terra!” The heady throbbing in it’s ears stilted and broken, Jenna tilted it’s head over and around to meet Violyn’s truculent lour with it’s coruscate, lambent black eyes. Jenna was nothing if not obdurate, austere; Violyn knifelike and wrathful. It held Terra tightly, dangling her over the edge of the steep ridge. It loosened it’s grip and dropped her for only a moment before tightening it’s grasp in her tangled mass of black and blue hair and jerking it’s arm upward, savoring the shrieks from all but Seven as Terra dangled, flailing, under it’s hold. Galvanized, Violyn started, immediate, running headlong toward them. The deep, fluid sand pulled at her feet but she carried herself with all the strength and fury she could muster. She pictured not Jenna, but Rain, her body drawing forth all the fervent power and lurid euphoria held in memories of cracking Rain’s skull against crackling plaster. Efforts unavailing, she struggled against the precipice before falling back and turning to round the dune and climb the windblown slope. Jenna smirked, watching her pass. Her boots shoved at the sand and her arms pulled herself forward as though she were swimming up the hill, and Jenna snickered over it‘s shoulder. It’s sneer grew to a grin at the sound of Jack’s ardent screams as Violyn’s frame drew up behind it, blocking out the sun and siphoning Jenna’s menacing silhouette, only to reveal Sunshine’s blood dripping from it’s maw.
Tears fell like torrents, thews and sinew falling lax, as Jack crashed to his knees in horrified agony. Twice today he’d been here, pounding his small, ineffectual fists into the ground in despair at her death. He moved to crawl, half-limp, toward Miranda in silent adjuration. This only served to draw Jenna’s attention to Miranda as Violyn drew nearer. Jenna began to cackle and then to crow so loudly and boldly that Violyn hesitated, and in that single moment it yanked up on Terra’s hair and flung her upwards, returning it’s grasp to her throat. Jenna tightened it’s grip tenfold around Terra’s neck, crushing her windpipe and splintering her vertebrae before dropping her to fall in a crumpled, wheezing, dying heap at Miranda’s feet. Kaiya ran forward and grabbed Jack’s coat at his shoulders and pulled him back forcefully. Violyn rushed to the edge of the dune, kicking up dust and nearly losing her balance as the force dug her deep into the sand and nearly pitched her over the edge in a great avalanche of sand drift and demons.
Jenna’s crowing resounded, steady as it stepped over loose sand like water and wrapped it’s arms around Violyn’s waist, resting it’s gore-drenched face between her scapulae in a mock of a tender embrace.
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Would have finished it, but Wicked forced me off for dinner and anime.
Unintended cliffhanger this time... Sort of.
OBLIGATORY WARNING: Extreme violence and, uh, cannibalism... Jenna being Jenna. Dictionary necessary to point of redundancy.
All my best friends are thesauri [or: I <3 adjectives]
Oh, how Sunshine tried to scream, so hard, as Jenna’s jaws sank deep into her flesh. It was so important, this understanding she carried that Jenna was not, in fact, Rain, and yet she could not bring herself to so much as whisper it to the darkness that was creeping into the edge of her vision. There is a terror, close to death, that negates all ability to function. Her wide eyes and smooth skin slick with cold sweat tempted it so sharply, and the thick blood poured over her chest and onto Jenna’s eager fingers. Sunshine’s mouth was dropped taut and next to breaking in strained attempts to cry out to the others, who stood just beyond the dune which she writhed, then lay [quite still and pretty, in her liquid red blanket, Jenna thought], silently against. There was a beautiful-dark irony in the small bird, a linnet finch lighting on a branch of vicinal dune sunflower, the girl’s Key.
It wasn’t long before Jenna’s feeding was finished and it heaved, inhaling deeply. The sheer smell of sweat and adrenaline whispered beneath the deep odor of cruor and sand over it's mouth. It grabbed handfuls of gritty silica and began to pull itself up and over the sand drift. It nearly smiled, baring sharp teeth, at the expressions of suspended hysteria gracing everyone below as they witnessed her form, silhouetted in clouds of climbing dust before the setting sun, rise behind Terra’s as she sat, legs dangling over the slip face of the dune. Terra’s arms lay slack and exhausted at her sides, fingers sinking into the mealy surface blown onto the indurate ridge over time she did not yet know she no longer had.
Happily, Jenna knelt behind Terra, who became all-too-suddenly and keenly aware of it’s proximity. Her head shot up sharply and the drowsy drop fell away from her mismatched eyes. Her tired hands clenched into fists and she arched her back, stretching her legs out before her and making herself rigid so that she started quickly to slide down the arenaceous scarp. Jenna extended her arm, reaching down and out in that way it moved that manifested as funeral’s pace but executed mercurially. It snatched the nape of Terra‘s neck like a mother cat, hard and sharp, firmly grasping cloth and skin as it‘s hand shook in tenuous, intoxicating anticipation.
“Terra!” The heady throbbing in it’s ears stilted and broken, Jenna tilted it’s head over and around to meet Violyn’s truculent lour with it’s coruscate, lambent black eyes. Jenna was nothing if not obdurate, austere; Violyn knifelike and wrathful. It held Terra tightly, dangling her over the edge of the steep ridge. It loosened it’s grip and dropped her for only a moment before tightening it’s grasp in her tangled mass of black and blue hair and jerking it’s arm upward, savoring the shrieks from all but Seven as Terra dangled, flailing, under it’s hold. Galvanized, Violyn started, immediate, running headlong toward them. The deep, fluid sand pulled at her feet but she carried herself with all the strength and fury she could muster. She pictured not Jenna, but Rain, her body drawing forth all the fervent power and lurid euphoria held in memories of cracking Rain’s skull against crackling plaster. Efforts unavailing, she struggled against the precipice before falling back and turning to round the dune and climb the windblown slope. Jenna smirked, watching her pass. Her boots shoved at the sand and her arms pulled herself forward as though she were swimming up the hill, and Jenna snickered over it‘s shoulder. It’s sneer grew to a grin at the sound of Jack’s ardent screams as Violyn’s frame drew up behind it, blocking out the sun and siphoning Jenna’s menacing silhouette, only to reveal Sunshine’s blood dripping from it’s maw.
Tears fell like torrents, thews and sinew falling lax, as Jack crashed to his knees in horrified agony. Twice today he’d been here, pounding his small, ineffectual fists into the ground in despair at her death. He moved to crawl, half-limp, toward Miranda in silent adjuration. This only served to draw Jenna’s attention to Miranda as Violyn drew nearer. Jenna began to cackle and then to crow so loudly and boldly that Violyn hesitated, and in that single moment it yanked up on Terra’s hair and flung her upwards, returning it’s grasp to her throat. Jenna tightened it’s grip tenfold around Terra’s neck, crushing her windpipe and splintering her vertebrae before dropping her to fall in a crumpled, wheezing, dying heap at Miranda’s feet. Kaiya ran forward and grabbed Jack’s coat at his shoulders and pulled him back forcefully. Violyn rushed to the edge of the dune, kicking up dust and nearly losing her balance as the force dug her deep into the sand and nearly pitched her over the edge in a great avalanche of sand drift and demons.
Jenna’s crowing resounded, steady as it stepped over loose sand like water and wrapped it’s arms around Violyn’s waist, resting it’s gore-drenched face between her scapulae in a mock of a tender embrace.
.
.
.