June 10, 2012 - 8:00am — Wetterhound
Under the cut, mature language warning~
The monster shivered, a ripple of exitement running through his erethreal frame.
"And what would that be, stag?"
The orange squeezed his hazel eyes closed, gritting his teeth, fearing what words would come out from his mouth.
"Speak, then. Time is on my side here, not yours." He giggled darkly and spun around in a circle like a small wolf chasing its tail.
Then his eyes were back, trained, void and shiny in the light.
The stag's brown orbs opened in a second, and he spat,
"Evania. Bring back Evania."
The white was quite amused by this, if only that the words didn't dislodge from his tongue sooner.
"Of course. I knew what you wanted before I asked..."
He stifled another small laugh and circled the smaller creature.
"But oh, what can you offer that would make me want to bring back that...firey tripod doe?"
This phrase caught Emdeaur by surprise, and he retorted, "You...know her?"
Laughter tumbled from the white's lips.
"I know you, I know Evania, I know the lives, loved ones, and even the deities of the creatures living around me."
He draws himself closer to the stag, daring to bring himself eye-level to him, the closeness transferring the warmth of their breaths.
Emdeaur's gaze hardened, and he turned away from the ghost in a fury. Pinning his ears back and drawing his upper lip into a snarl, he shouted with an energy rarely seen by the androgynous creature.
"I know you can bring her back! I know you can!"
His anger amused the spirit, and further fueled the intensity of his teasing. Circling him, a wild grin across his toothy maw, he explained, "Yes, yes I can, stag. I assure you I'm capable of it. But...why should I?"
The orange stag followed in with the circling like two predators awaiting battle. "Why do you do any of what you do? Just to screw with innocent lives?"
His tone grew increasingly impatient and frustrated, and the more enraged he became, the stronger the monster seemed to be.
"Hah! Innocent? Oh tell me, little stag, tell me you don't believe your life is free from fault."
He hissed at Emdeaur's arrogance, and barred his teeth in a canine-like growl.
"You betrayed your father to prevent yourself from being like him, but you ended up the same, just the same as he is. Over the years you have created enemies, fathered, carried, and raised children that you let fend for themselves for half their young lives, one of which didn't belong to your lover at the time..."
His tone grows somber, now, shrouded by the sick taste of guilt, meant to infect the stag's mind with the memories of his past.
"...you watched Evania die. You watched her body crumple to the ground and her soul fall through the earth because you were too scared to help her. Too scared she wouldn't want you around. Too scared."
He snarls the last part as he stops walking and narrows his pearl eyes at the creature.
"Your innocence is bullshit."
The stag's eyes grow glassy and a hot burn sears behind his nose, his words shallow and hushed. "I know. Everything you say is true. But...I'm asking you this." He lifts his head and catches the gaze of the ghost. "...I know you can."
The monster's visage doesn't move from the hardened, stiff expression, but he turns, breaking eye contact and stepping away from the orange one. Something brings him back, though, and he makes a motion to return, but disappears completely into the air, vanishing like a foggy vapor.
Emdeaur took a few quick steps forward. "No...no wait. Please. You have to-"
The sound of crunching grass behind the stag cuts his words short, and he spins around, instantly catching his attention on a golden cat eye on the scarred, yet beautiful face he once kissed every inch of.