suffocating without drowning.
running without something to run on.
like your skin is burning, without there being a fire.
you feel as if you got the wight of the world around your neck,
dangling from your pinky finger.
over a pit full of twisted serpants and daemons.
hands grabbing after your wriggling legs.
scratching their poisonous sharp cold claws into your muscles.
smelling your own blood and feeling it seeping out,
draining you of life and light.
dusin of tongues fighting to lick it up from the dirty ground.
falling down because you got no strenght left to hold on with,
slamming against half eaten and rotten bodies.
darkened faces with empty eyes whimpering at your bloody broken body.
as you lay there, ontop of rotting carcasses, the ground beneeth you starts to tremble.
screams and fleeing creatures runs in panic,
and you cannot even lift your head or scream.
and the beast master comes towards you with her chained whip,
dragon teeths attached to it drenched in murdered souls.
she stands over you gripping on around your neck.
a calm surrounds you, knowing that you're safe.
that this is familiar and your birthplace.
a meeting with your past life, a home comming of sorts.
the feared beast embraces you purring as you drag your seemingly tiny hands
down her bulging muscle neck.
flicking her forked tongue at your face,
your true form slowely comes back. black fur with blood stripes like a tiger,
strong long legs with sharp claws. a tail that wraps around your beast masters waist.
finding your selves to be purring in contempt.
your deep growl starts a fire in her eyes, brushing your bushy yet skinny tail over her naked bussom.
she smiles as sweetly as a beast can putting your long lost collar around your neck.
picking you up by your neck skin she whispers into your ear ''welcome home, my cursed hell cat''. demons bows down before them with their twisted morbid pittyful bodies. kneeling
down in the dirt, she cracks her whip with a fast sound breaking strong hand motion above their heads. and you feel something tingling something rising within.
your lust overwhelmes, sending you into a horny frenzy.
standing on hind legs pawing down her back digging claws deep into her muscular back,
she turns her head reaching with one strong arm for your. grabbing your furry chest
she throws you onto a bed made from bones of murdered tortured men.
teasing down your spine with her forked tongue tugging at the fur over your ribs with strong fingers. a wall of flames embraces them, as they reclaim their place and ballance in this life.
this is the night, all holy beings weep. the night mindkind falls to their knees, as dimentions
clash together to rid the plague that they are.
all around them, higher beeings only read about in stories and legends.
work together as one army to kill their mothers executore.
fairy and beast arms to arms, for a mothers love to survive.