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Small thing I was suddenly inspired to write. I realize that it's rather small, but think of it more as poetry than a story. Please review and critique!
He was beauty.
A scarlet blur among the dank grey of hordes, tearing through masses. Tides of dead tricked her eyes, seeming to flow and sway as they seethed towards the small spot of blood which floated through them. A petal floating among a polluted stream, he seemed to all at once to fly above them and render the fabric of rotting limb apart.
Growing closer, his face split open slowly, displaying an ivory flash of canines at the carnage surrounding.
A predator.
The pale glint of his face noted her slowly, rubies flashing as their fire ignited. The figure slowed and stopped, almost swallowed by the chaos as wraiths rose up to devour the red of his coat, only to be forced down by gangly arms shooting to the sides. He ignored the gnawing of his limbs, and instead focused on the pale form facing him.
"Master."
His lips moved minutely, a milky-white tooth shown as he spoke slowly, enunciating each minute syllable clearly.
Her lips twisted at the out of place greeting, and her voice grated out of her throat, squeezed out of a cool mask of indifference.
"You're late, servant."
A lumbering beast swiped at his back, and the hunter whirled about to rip its head off. He turned back, proferring a long arm to his mistress.
"My apologies. Shall we depart?"
Ice met flame in their gazes, grating across the distance.
She slowly stepped forward into the waiting embrace of his shadow, as it slowly knit a carriage of death around her. Still gazing into his face, she spoke.
"Next time I will not be so lenient."
Mine.