This has been pulled from Seed's archives while he's...Indisposed... for the sake of a scene with Misako's Verve. She's quite an interesting figure for him.



((This has been another visit to Seed's Poetry Corner))

A writing.

...on my brain.

Curious inconsistencies, the sort that set teeth on edge, that was the way the Beast tended to work. There was no rhyme, no reason, no real way to tell what he was thinking. Deep behind the fires float in empty sockets, a brain was perpetually turning, churning, vomiting up thoughts and ideas.

None of them were meant to be taken home to mother. None of them were good - nothing good had ever come out of the Beast. Plenty of good things had gone into him though, little lights and lives he'd chewed up and spat out.

He was not in the business of caring; his was not a mind meant for mild-mannered thoughts. The only thing Bylah had to show for the way he acted was the corpses he'd left lying in his wake, a pretty little parlor trick to appease certain spirits that thought it was his duty to work.

Work? What was work to something that never stopped eating?

And so the Beast spent his time smiling - for one may smile and smile and be a villain - and could never quite stop, either. A skull, after all, has but one thing it can do.

Then here came this small thing, this white wonder that thought it knew better. Briefly, Bylah had thought of Nine, another white monstrosity, so small in his audacity. Nine had slipped and slithered, shoved himself beneath the rot-wet of Bylah's side, and had stayed there perhaps longer than he should have. You can't stay close to something that reeks for too long, before you, too, start to stink of sun-molten flesh.

Bylah considered the thing as he did all else - dispassionately, without care or consideration. What did he have a need for companionship for? What did he care about white things, and how eager they all seemed to sully themselves with him?

"I'm sorry. Stormchaser, I-I miss you, p-please don't leave. I'm not ready for you to go. I need you...like I need to breathe. Nothing is the same with you gone. Nothing. Please, come back. I miss you. I need you. Please."