>>f.o.l.l.o.w. m.e.<< mayday

[seriously]

Body shaking, aching, covered in the blood that belonged to herself, as well as her victim. A full grown buck never even thought to assume such a small, innocent looking puppy could do such a thing as take its life. Big mistake to be so clueless around this girl. It hadn’t taken long at all to bring the large animal down, though it jabbed her in the chest with a thick hoove pretty hard. Yet, Sia shook it off. Momma came in handy in times like these when it took adult power to accomplish a task like capturing a decent meal that would last her a couple weeks. Perhaps hunting was the only thing momma was good for anymore, other than that she only caused problems. Chowing down on her meal, not minding the fact that she was drenched in blood from head to toe, probably looking highly cannibalistic. Oh wait, that’s because she was. Well, not Pandora, but the woman which was her mother who possessed the japanese spitz was very cannibalistic. Right now the crimson youth was actually her own soul for the time being, momma must be satisfied with her hunting and didn’t need anything more since she was nothing but a cold soul therefore she did not need to eat any of the meal she caught. Honestly, the wound on her chest felt good, it had knocked the breath out of her which wasn’t abnormal, it had a soothing fixture not to breathe. It hadn’t been too long since her last meal, hence she didn’t eat very much, the leftovers were just stashed high up in the warehouse for later, it was nothing special. The warehouse, large dark and dusty, perfect for a little demon, a nightmare for any straying canines. Sia rolled in a puddle that had gathered from the whole in the ceiling, the rain pelting outside had caused a gash which was okay. Now she never had to leave for water. Quickly her fluffy coat of white fluff was returned to almost- white, now ridden of blood. Pitch black eyes scanned the building, was that footsteps she heart? Waiting a moment before silently sliding up the set of metal steps to lay upon a thin beam and watch below her. Definitely footsteps. Pandora preferred to stay hidden for she didn’t enjoy the sound, sight, or smell of death in one who could potentially be a friend. Murdering her problems wasn’t going to solve them, but she didn’t dare tell momma that. Momma was an icy soul, not a care in the world how it affected her daughter when she forced the body to lurch into a kill. Badly, Panda hated it so much, yet there was nothing she could do unless she wished to be punished for her complaints. So she stayed quiet, even avoided thinking about how much she hated it because she didn’t even know the limits that there was when it came to her demonic possession. Could momma read her mind? It was better to be safe than sorry. A white figure near the size of her own came into view, short and stocky, looking a bit lost. Like all of em’. Lovely, she thought rolling her eyes, I get to kill one of my own age. Momma wasn’t awake right now, so maybe saying hello wouldn’t hurt, warn them to get away before it was too late. Slowly, the female got up, doing her best to keep her balance as she trotted quickly across the beam and slower down the stairs, “You need to leave. Now” She said in a panic, desperately searching for the young white pup like her. He wasn’t seen anywhere. Where did he go? “Seriously, this isn’t funny you need to get out of here!” The young, snappy words were bitter in the chiller air around them as her ebony eyes flickered with panic. She didn’t want to kill another tonight. Her whole body was just aching for a break.

[mayday<3]

Morte et Dabo

When your blood spills

x The blood ran thick in his veins, as his young heart pumped heavily to sustain the mutt's life. Red liquid flowed through his body, supplying his body with the necessary needs to live. Though, his heart worked normally, his mind did not. His mind is warped, demented, tormented, emotionally abused. With crystal blue eyes being the processing center for everything that he has ever seen. Showing the in and out takes of everything he has ever witness, and by staring into his crystal hued orbs, the dog's tortured soul can be clearly seen, all that needs to be done is to stare into them long enough, and thus capturing his contagious disease of feeling his insanity. Pure anxiety ran through him, mixing with adrenaline, fear, and anger. His bodily functions were brewing a cocktail of lethal armor. One so deadly and secretive, that even his own family did not know what is underneath the white exterior. Like a ticking time bomb, about to explode with the slightest touch. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. A mental, internal clock, set for a predetermine launch. Sharp nails scraped against the hard, solid floor as the white creature moved. His body swayed from side to side, walking like a serpent. Slithering, and sinister, corrupted, in multiple ways, so many ways, even the one that contains these traits doesn't fully understand his power of derangement. He clenched his jaws, white fangs interlocking with each other, grinding between each pearly white tool. Muscles tensed up, bulking up from his ivory toned coat. He was only a child, a mere child, but he was growing up strong, vicious, and fierce. Powerful, lethal, poisonous to anyone around him. Venomous to himself and society. God was fully against this creature, condemning him from the start of birth to the end of existence . The devil had his hand on this child, wrapping his fingers along his torso, whispering obscenities into his young ears, plaguing his mind with horrifying pictures. Unlike some, this soul did not fight the apocalyptic force, but instead welcomed him with open arms.

xx The farther he entered the building, the quieter he became. Breathing in, the smell of another being was heavily known. He was neither pleased nor disappointed, for the smell of blood was massively distinct. Blinking his lucent orbs, a voice called out to him. He peered out from behind a wall, staring at the white thick furred dog. A small smile covered his maw, as his brain searched for the right way to react to this situation. He stared at her, with a blank expression over his face, his body tensed and hard, no movement across his body. His muscles did not flex, twitch or move. He was rock hard, and into a trance with the white girl. A heavy feeling came over him, and the voices in his head told him to not attack. A knot developed in his throat, hard and massive. This was new, this feeling. The feeling of not wanting to harm. The only time he felt this was towards his sisters, mainly Callie, but anyone else besides them, there has always been an undermining urge to hurt, to harm, to kill, and with his sights on the female, it disappeared. As if the thirst of cruelty was lifted away, spearing the life of the white female, as well as the pureness of their coats. As her voice got louder and the words became more demanding, the male came forth from behind his hiding place. He took three steps out, fully revealing himself to her. His eyes did not move off of her body, off of her face. It was still, calm stare, one that wasn't necessarily threatening nor challenging, but it wasn't light hearted or settling. It was still disturbing but also soothing. Mixed feelings came over him, it was a potion of tranquilizing warmth, smothering his evil ways. You belong to me. He said, calmly, in a tone that was blank and if he was talking about the weather, nonchalant, but also matter of fact. The male sat down, curling his tails around his paws, as he kept his eyes upon her. Eye contact was something that he could not and would not do and even talking to a complete stranger was out of the question when it came to him, but this dog in front of him, he knew she was different, as if the devil himself created a partner nearly as perfect for him as if she came from a nightmarish heaven, and Nero felt that.


Word count: 759
Muse: high
Lyrics: asking alexandria nero's decay
Musical muse: Asking alexandria
Other comments: Wow. I think this is an amazing post from me.

We'll drink from your skull

[seriously]

The pup’s voice broke the silence of the still factory, the actual meaning of his vocals was consider to most as odd, however, to Pandora it only made a grim smile slide across her lips. Obviously he was like her, everyone else of their age would merely turn around with her warning only the stupidest, or most evil would actually stick around. The ivory pup felt the awakening of the cold soul inside of her, preparing herself for a painful convulsion before the attack. An attack that never came. Momma had possibly figured that this pup deserved a chance since he seemed to know what he was doing. “What makes you think that?” The girl cocked her head with the question that she was desperate for an answer to. Perhaps this boy was similar to her, had the same issues, was he possessed? No, by the pigment in his eyes she could tell that he was captured by his own soul, yet there was a demonic glimmer sparkling in his blue eyes. Already she liked him, honestly the female didn’t need an answer, though she was intending on knowing his possible reason for even having such an intention as to why they belong together. Most likely the answer was as good as hers, they both had the devil’s blood running through their veins, pumping their lives with every move. Suddenly her deep inhalations came to a withdrawal, her black eyes continued to lock on his, momma was looking through her eyes now, checking over to see how weak, how strong, how handsome, sizing him up. It didn’t always mean that momma was preparing to attack, though Sia tensed her body as if it would actually stand a chance against holding back the wrath of her mother. Even if the Japanese Spitz didn’t yet know what this boy had in mind about her, there was something special, “Name?” Shifting on her front paws while seating, waiting to react if mom would lurch through her muscles and form a monster in her kin once again. Nothing happened, actually the spirit dwelling inside her, that wasn’t even that of her own, seemed to approve to this white male with a lithe tail curled tightly around his body. Wow, for once she actually felt herself accept someone without hardly even saying ten words to them, they would be good friends if everything worked out alright. For once the youth felt perfectly comfortable with having a decently lengthy conversation with someone her age even if it meant having to use all her strength and energy in holding back her inner self, also known as momma.

[mayday<3]

Morte et Dabo

When your blood spills

x He could tell that she was uncomfortable, but that was okay for him. It actually relaxed him when he made others anxious. His anxiety left his body, leaving the beast calm. For once, he was completely calm and his body was open. The devil inside was satisfied with the sight of the white girl. Cravings were hushed and his blood thirsty thoughts ceased. He watch her go from a tensed stance into a calm state of sensation. A warm smile crossed over his maw. They were meant for one another. Not romantically, perhaps, but as an idealist couple. Protecting one another, having a friendship with each other, and as Nero knew it, causing trouble with each other. He knew this girl would be like a drug to him. He calmed her down, her white fur and dark, meaningless eyes. He was a good distant away from her, but with each breathe he took her scent entered into his nasal department, her toxicant aroma rushing along his bloodstream, flowing around his body and releasing a dangerous drug. It was like he was imprinting on the girl, making a dangerous connection with the girl. Nero's biological processing was creating a life time loyalty with her, as he did with Callie, but Callie had pure goodness in her heart, while the thick coated girl was evil like himself. He wasn't sure how evil she was, or what made her evil but he knew there was an wickedness inside of her. His muscles flexed then relaxed as he stared into her. As his words came out of his mouth and reached his ears, another wave of heroin entered his veins, a stronger, more powerful dose this time, entered his system. Blinking sky blue eyes, he looked at her in amazement. Your voice. It brings me magic. Like a drug. A drug... That... I need... to survive. Nero said, his words came out in short whispers as if he has been running for a long time and couldn't catch his breath. His eyes darted from her face to his paws, as the blood rushed to his cheeks. Embarrassed for once, the cane corso male felt emotions around her. I'm Nero... And... I... Don't.. Know.. Why... He said even quitter than the first time, still looking down at his paws. Normality left the pup, well, as if being sinister was normal, but the girl made him nervous in a soothing way. The drug in her presence was new to him, and he needed to learn how to react to it- to her.


Word count: 430
Muse: low
Lyrics: asking alexandria nero's decay
Musical muse: Sleeping with Sirens and The Used
Other comments: wow.. this is shitty. sorry...

We'll drink from your skull

[seriously]

It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, not even close. Yet it was definitely acceptable. Already she liked this Nero, obviously he was brave, intelligent enough to not be stupid and attack or something. That would have been a death sentence which is the opposite of what Sia really wanted to do at the time. Especially not to him. Believe it or not, Pandora had felt the same addicted throb that this male was now describing. They were meant for each other. Lovely, now all she had to do was convince momma and maybe she’d have a partner in crime to assist her. “My name is Pan-” instantly as she began to speak her name, the one given to her by mommy number two, real momma got angry making the screeching noise inside Pan’s body that she made when there was an error in the Spitz’s words or actions. Wincing in pain and beginning to speak again, this time paying more attention to the fact the momma was for sure, listening intently to this conversation “My name is Sia.” She muttered, putting an end to the alarm going off inside of her. “Come with me?” slightly cocking her head and listening to momma babble Darling Sia, you are doing well. I like this boy. But keep him at your side though, don’t faulter to his, though if he messes up you know what will happen. So keep him in a straight line. Ugh. That woman was such a nag. Being careful to guard her thoughts and standing up, hoping for ‘yes’ as an answer in some form or another because frankly, she was tired of being alone for once. Sure she had the company of her mother, but that was never any fun. Obviously, only someone even more insane, and much less evil than Pandora would be able to enjoy the presence of a mother all the time. Pandora didn’t mean to leave the building, when she questioned him to join her. Oh never, she loved the warehouse, it was secretive, and dark. Hardly anyone ever ventured in here which meant she didn’t have to do the horrid task of ridding them of their lives. Only sometimes she did enjoy to taste the warm blood, feel the flesh on her canines. That was always nice. Other times however just made her body hurt, headache, and soulless heart die just a little bit more with every life she took. Eh, whatever. It’s not like she needed that little beatless heart anyways. Sia could stay alive without it with mother’s help. Another point for momma.

[mayday<3]

Morte et Dabo

When your blood spills

x He watched her intensely, heavily, and starstrucked, as if a human child has seen her favorite actor or musician, lost in her voice, absorbed in her looks. He could barely breathe, chocking on her scent. Blue eyes blinked away feelings as new emotions that he's never felt before swarmed him. He wished Callie was here, he didn't want to feel this, but he knew it was good, needed, wanted, craved . He was a drug addict now, addicted to her, addicted to the white spritz that stood in front of him. I am forever yours. In debt to your scent, your slave to your looks. Majesty, princess, queen, my dear. A sweet, kind, sincere smile covered his face, as loving emotions ran through his veins. The devil has lead me to you, my dear. Don't take offense, for you are one of his children, like me. We belong together, chosen from our master to construct, produce and induce chaos, mayhem, fear, blood. The word blood made Nero have a weird, devious smile cross his face, as he the pup licked his lips. He knew that she felt the same thing as him, but he was able to speak the words that they both felt. We're forever in each other's debt. Nero spoke his last words, as he got up and walked towards the white female. As he came closer, her scent intoxicated him. Making him dizzy, as the space around him floated. He was high, drunk, influenced by her, and he knew she would be feeling the same thing. Maybe not as strong, for her powers over took Nero more so than his powers would ever overtake her. She was stronger than him, or so he thought, since she had another being inside of her, Nero, was just a single form, weaker in a sense, but stronger in other ways. Nero had full control over himself, not controlled over someone as he could sense Sia was. That necessarily didn't matter to him anyways, he knew she wouldn't hurt him, or if she did, not severally. But he knew that he would never touch Sia, just like he knew he would never touch Callie. Maybe out of anger he would nip at them, but he would never draw blood on either of him, and this was one thing Nero knew for sure. Sia, He whispered to himself, licking his lips as her name left wonderful flavors across his gums. He nodded in response to her question. Moving along side her, he stood a distance, but still close enough to where he could barely inhale and still smell her sweet aroma. He followed unquestionably, not challenging her command.



Word count: 452
Muse: medium-low
Lyrics: asking alexandria nero's decay
Musical muse: Machine gun kelly and mac miller
Other comments: ehhh.. =/

We'll drink from your skull

[seriously]

A wry smile quickly spread like wildfire upon her satiny black lips as the male, Nero, as he introduced himself, practically bowed to her with his words. Of course she could overpower him even if he did stand a couple inches taller than herself, as well as contained a thick layer of muscle guarding the bones beneath it. "Nero, I am much more than a child produced by the sexual lust of the devil" This pup obviously had much to learn. What he had said had almost been insulting considering the tomb had read 'In hell may my soul rot for my deeds only accompanied by the demon eating me inside out, capturing the devil himself and tearing him apart so we shall rule the land of the dead flames, me and my Sia.' Right now Sia was going by what it had said, therefore she was practically against the devil. If only her momma would admit more about the incident in which she had seen something that obviously was not suppose to meet her once-glittering brown eyes. Yet, it had happened. The accident had been her fault, causing her mother's death, as well as her own possession which was now beginning to make itself comfortable inside her vacant soul. No longer was it painful, everything just became a blur instead and momma took the aching away which was something a mother should always do. Pandora had learned that the three of them together would create a monster bigger than the devil. Pandora was a demon plotting to take the Satin's place in hell. It was going to happen, Nero would learn to help and with the spitz mother's strong desire to take his over the land of dead flames there would be nothing to stop them but death itself. Death would have to be taken in order to reach the land below, however it would be much later after everything was clear and their training complete. Nero was the one the pair of family members had been looking for to create their trilogy. With a slight giggle to try to swipe it off the ivory spitz "I'm different species of Satin." Shrugging like it was nothing and walking back up the steps "I'm possessed by a demon." Every word e spoke was true and natural to her, they'd been repeated over and over to different people, though most never even believed it was true. Though for some reason, Pandora could see that he wouldn't question her reply for he carried the same evil essence she did.