ist iwie nichts besonderes dran was ein umhauen könnte. einfach schrift und bssl bearbeitet, aber mir fehlt das gewisse etwas. Das Pferd ist jetzt auch nicht meins, da die Ohren abgeschnitten sind, und das sieht nen bssl dumm aus.
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Had she really just asked that? Venom flashed his green eyes towards the grey mare, flaring his nostrils while he turned but remained silent. How could she spit out such words? - words honed to such perfection that they were daggers in his heart. The black stallion shook his head, apparently chasing away flys and mosquitos, but he shook away the venomous reply he wanted to throw at this silly girl. "Yeah, right. I could only break your heart if it were whole in the beginning", he said instead. It was a dry reply and the bitter words he'd choked down shook his whole body.
By the ancients! How much he'd like to lash out at Sorrow, strike her like the serpent that lingered inside his blood, the serpent which hissed whenever the greyish mare moved or spoke. Venom trembled, turned away his glance and started to prowl atop of the cliffs. The salty winds were harsh against his face, his mane getting wet from the seaspray and streaming against his neck. Then he stopped, closed his snake-like eyes and took in a deep breath. The salty air, the sea untamed and roaming free - it gave him strength and reassurance. Perhaps it truly was time to strike...
So the dark stallion turned, his eyes now aflame with an unnatural green colour. His muscles turned from sleek and mouth-watering delicious to lethal, waiting for the leap. "Sorrow." His voice was deep but it was barely more than a whisper. To him, it sounded like an apology.
The beast flashed in his eyes, the serpent inside him hissing, trying to break free. Venom realized if he'd be any weaker, the pretty greyish mare in front of him would be bleeding on the floor, perhaps dead by now. But instead he gritted his teeth, flared his nostrils and eyed Sorrow with hellish anger. "So now it's me, isn't it?" He pranced a few steps forward, closing the distance he'd put between themselves and by doing so perhaps sparing the girl's life. "Now I am the coward, the runaway... - the bastard who broke your silly girlish heart?" He knew his words were poison. But why should he pretend to be anything else if she'd send him away, again and again? He spat onto the ground, desperately trying not to take a look upon those beautiful unseeing eyes. Damn you, Uram. For ruining a young girl's dreams, for not showing mercy in ending her life. The black stallion's thoughts were furious. And in that sudden moment he realized, if Raphael told him to cast the lethal blow upon Sorrow, he'd be happy to do so.
The black stallion's head jerked back, his ears snapping into his neck after hearing the grey mare's words. She was so blind! Such a stubborn, achingly beautiful but endlessly stubborn girl! How could she ignore everything he tried to tell her? How could she just go ahead, turn every word he'd said, lay the wrong things back onto his tongue? Venom growled, snarled, hissed. The serpent inside him did furiously so, spitting ravenous poison.
Green eyes flashed, stared into Sorrow's eyes unblinkingly, totally inhuman. “Stupid girl. There is just no talking to you! You don't even want anyone to help you or to like you. You pity yourself beyond everything else, not even trying. Such a coward, you are, Sorrow.“ He spat out the words, hurting the young mare with every syllable. And he intended to hurt her, did not do so by accident. His eyes burned a bright emerald, the colour of the grass below their hooves. Venom turned around, reared onto his hindlegs and sprang into a hard gallop away from his anger, away from the girl. But he came to a stop as suddenly as he'd started running, turning around to look back – at Sorrow.
“I even doubt I would have to witness your execution..“, Venom began in a fruitless advance to sooth her sad and bitter exclamation. But Sorrow didn't appear to listen to the great, black stallion, her eyes already gone blank and looking out onto the grey waters below the cliffs. The sea was wild again, roaring on top of her lungs, waves crashing into the dark rock that formed the cliff and the land itself. “Sorrow“, Venom tried to regain her attention. His own eyes had darted from her face toward the horizon far out on the sea. What an astonishing beauty Mother Earth created... such fierce and untamed wildness, yet beautiful beyond imagination. The stallion smiled sadly, his greenish, snake-like eyes yet returning toward the silvery mare. “I cannot promise you a long life but I am dedicated to keep you alive at any rate. Demons may haunt you, torture you in your sleep – but others, not as strong as yourself, have managed to keep the demons at bay. I expect you to never give up.“ He continued to follow her, returning to a powerful silence.
The black one could sense her fear. It was palpable, building a invisible wall between the greyish mare and Venom himself. The stallion gritted his teeth for her words, as grave as they sounded, were untrue: "What, if he says to you 'Kill her, now. She's a danger.'. What would you do, Venom? Would you kill me? What if I am a real danger... What if I really am the monster, all believe I am? Would you be the one, to push a dagger through my heart? Would you?"
His green, snakelike eyes caught her catlike ones, held her and searched for her soul. Then he answered truthfully: "Even as mighty and powerful and cruel Raphael may seem, he is no evil person. If he gains knowledge of our friendship," - because what they were trying to construct and to cling on to was the nearest to friendship Venom had had in a very long time - "Raphael will give the order to another one of the Seven. He doesn't take satisfaction from murdering people. Not all angels do." Of course, he was referring to Uram, the blood angel, who had taken pride in slaughtering the innocent.
