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[" m o n s t e r ?]

Undead
you better get up
out the way
Niu
undead
i hate that you breath

when I said that
mercy stood
within the border
of the wood
I meant the lenient
beast with claws
and bloody swift-dispatching
jaws

The sunset tainted leaves were cool
under my pads, the wet smell
swelled in my nares, my ebonite tainted
audits laced back atop my skull.
My lengthy pillars moved in a never
ending dance over the earth, dew
sparking onto them, making the
midnight fur glow when the sun
struck it, with it's dappled
pattern. high above my skull
danced swaying branches,
moaning and creaking,
seeming to whisper words
of unknown origin.
Through, the
branches, sparse patches
of the, cold looking, blue sky
could be seen, puffy ivory clouds
floated lazily.
A puddle lay upahead,
it's reflection so clear,
for a moment i had to pause,
had to look.
Straing back at me...
Golden, sun tinted optics,
Ivoriy canines, ebonite
mug drawn back in a
frozen snarl...
My large pad easily fractured
the puddle, and figure...
For I did not need to
know what i looked like,
just that, i was
a
god.
a
ruler.
and i was searching
looking, watching,
for a lovely little creature,
Who came by the name,
of InK. oh silly little
InK thinking she can run
from me, I wanted to laugh,
and though the snarl came
away,
and smirk replaced.
My sun-hued optics
held nothing, no emotion,
and except fir the smirk,
I seemed to be void of emotion.
I was the God of Nothingness,
of the place where I would send you,
a lovely place, whispered,
and controlling, where you
my friend, would be nothing,
but a mere toy.

[Pandora!]

Superstition. Many definitions, but all including the same basic structure of meaning. An irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. This could be divided into many different ways, though. I shall mention three. A belief, practice, or rite irrationally maintained by ignorance of the laws of nature or by faith in magic or chance. A fearful or abject state of mind resulting from such ignorance or irrationality. Idolatry, excessive or blind worship of some form of an idol. I did not like the idea of superstition, it was simply ridiculous. An example, ghosts. A soul could not haunt the earth, plain as that. Rainbows and their myths, black cats and their bad luck, the number seven were all meaningless to me. I did, however, feel emotions unexplainable sometimes, like now.

There was a creeping sensation crawling, scratching, gripping along my spine, causing my teeth to grind off small shavings. Such an unpleasant feeling, brought on by what? This would happen around certain evil creatures, my own maiden representing as so. I did not see any other soul in the forest of the West, merely small rodents, sprinting towards higher safety at the sight of me; variatons of leaves, some red and wet, others yellow and crackling; and a movement.

I stopped my pads, hackles rising to their climax at the sight of such a motion. It caused that creepy feeling to heighten, lips curling back and a soft snarl releasing. How else should I react to this? Something beyond those trees shook my sureness, and that was intolerable. Again, the movement, but this time, a leaf crackled yards to my left, where the silhouette was to my right. It was rather dark in the undergrowth, hiding this skulking intruder. It felt as if he were stalking me, as if I were prey, but I did not have that feeling upon my stiff shoulders. It was just the presence of an evil, dark, black-hole soul, gnawing upon the naive innocence of the atmosphere. "Who are you? Show yourself, dammit.." I murmured, a snarl releasing to wards the end, snapping off the last word. I did not have tolerance for little mind games..

character- callista.
words- 370+
muse- bad, but this post was lonely. (: