Feeding the Flame
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Malika stepped back, spinning to her left as another creature lunged out of the darkness. The sword in her hand sang with need, and she swung it up in a swift, arcing motion, ramming it into the creature's chest. Its momentum as it slammed into her knocked her to the ground. The creature landed heavily on top of her, driving the breath from her lungs. It took her a long moment to find it again.
"Get up, Malika. Get up," she urged herself.
With effort she pushed the creature off her, rolling it to the side. Only then did she truly see it. It had the visage and form of a canine but the hands and feet of a man.
"Lycander," she noted with disgust. She felt no satisfaction at the beast's death, only a craving for another kill. Blood and gore spattered her face, hands, and clothes. The blade itself, though, remained clean. The flames licking up the sword glowed brighter blue, flecks of rust began flaking off the blade.
Malika's eyes flickered in the flamelight. "C'mon," she whispered. "Bring me another."
Comments (4 so far!)
Sequel is in progress.
- #1665 Posted 5 years ago
Her thirst for this... cleaning.. of beasts is a driving madness. What truth is there in this?
- #1677 Posted 5 years ago
All I can say right now is that the cleansing is merely a means to an end.
- #1679 Posted 5 years ago
I totally thought I'd typed 'cleansing' but it came across as cleaning. Odd. At least you got it! Also, yeah, I can see it being a means to an end.
- #1684 Posted 5 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
Orthael kissed the symbol and took a deep breath, feeling the power of his god like a warm wash of w…Light, Faith, and Sacrament
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