Thrill of the Hunt by CryptidKingCreations, literature
Literature
Thrill of the Hunt
They beat and they beat
the sound of your feet
pounding hard the concrete
pounding hard the long street
this anxious wet meat
running fast, oh so fleet
your veins full of heat
my decadent treat
to my tongue you’ll taste sweet
fill my mouth, it’s you I’ll eat.
Let's start, at the beginning by CryptidKingCreations, literature
Literature
Let's start, at the beginning
“It begins low
soft sounds
silent steps
quickening
warm-blooded
hot-bodied
scalding
a pressure on my existence
then a tearing
ripping
shredding
clawing
a pain within my existence
It becomes deafening
a constant shriek
it resonates
pours from without
Life comes to me
Death born of my maw
A death so true
An end to life
Come to me
I hear them
Siphon
growing louder
growing hotter
growing ripe
I am seen
I am feared
I am sated."
A sun toasted breeze blanketed the dimly lit room with lazy gusts through the wooden paneling of the only window in the room. With it came the smell of fresh bread, animals and that overwhelming scent of fresh leather. Quieted rambles of goat and child bleating from the streets below the second story room gradually woke up the sore elf. It had been a long night and an even longer mission but it had been worth every sovereign. Though the heat was particularly heady that morning, misting the bronze skinned antivan with a layer of fresh sweat already, it didn't seem to bother him in the least.
Rising from his bed, zevran combed fingers throug
A Lasting Reminder (Fen/M!Hawke) by CryptidKingCreations, literature
Literature
A Lasting Reminder (Fen/M!Hawke)
A night that drug on, even after all these years. Every night it was difficult drifting to sleep, particularly when Hawke wasn’t here. Often having to utilize the aid of our stock in wine or hard liquor. It felt like any other dreadful night alone. Many things ‘have’ improved, but it’s not something that can be so easily healed, though I’ve tried. Yet having been subjected to the things I had been, it is always easier when that bloody mage is here though, as hilarious as that may sound, all things considered and no he’s not literally bloody… sometimes.
Blast it.
Things have gone to hell and here I
The dawn held it's breath just before that first ray of light spilled over the edge of the retreating night in a fine malicious slice. There was nothing gentle about a sunrise. Even the colors that made a sunrise were a splatter of violence across the heavens. Beautiful as it may be it was still full of dread for many creatures.
"Disgusting, isn't it?" Michael asked casually. His black, well kept hair pulled taut and show casing the mans dominantly angular features. Weighty thick brows resting much like a nest atop a deep sunken black gaze. A nose that rose high and curved down then swiftly off, giving the illusion of a seemingly swollen upr
A Dream of Shadows (wip part 2) by CryptidKingCreations, literature
Literature
A Dream of Shadows (wip part 2)
I was free... I was actually out of that place. I ran so far and so hard that I hadn't realized I wasn't even in human form anymore... I was shadow, I was creature, I was everything spilling out of me. Everything I had hidden away came out one after another. I was beast, substance, idea and human. I was all of these things and yet... I still felt incomplete.
There was so much to take in, so much to absorb that I realized I hadn't even thought about what I would do with myself once I was free. I was so overwhelmed I fell down as me, as a person as a whole and solid naked human and I cried. I cried like the child that had been kidnapped, I c
A Dream of Shadows (wip part 1) by CryptidKingCreations, literature
Literature
A Dream of Shadows (wip part 1)
I was like any normal child. Full of curiosity at life and love for the world and my family, those friends I made. I always thought it was because it had nothing to do with the fact that I appeared as such a normal carefree child. That perhaps they loved me simply because I was me and nothing more. I wish that it was true, loving me no matter what I look like, no matter how I appear to them. Why is that so hard?
I was getting a little older, about fourteen and by this time I didn't get to spend very much time with my father; a parent divorced from my mother. Whether it be because I was getting busier, or just because he was getting older a