She followed the black one, just as he had hoped. Though her steps were reluctant, at first, she seemed eager to keep his company, to indulge in the conversation Venom tried to start anew. He'd asked about her favourite sound, had told her his own, and she answered after a while. "Silence." It made perfect sense. After all Uram, the blood angel, had done to her and the other victims in his massacre, he could imagine that the only thing a survivor would like was a safe haven. A place without violence, thoughts, nightmares or memories. Venom nodded his head: "I do understand. However, memories are what make us... Whether they are good or bad - or the worst, in your case -, memories help us to maintain a bit of humanity, even if they make us vulnerable."
He thought about the Archangel of China, Lijuan, who had chosen to regard humanity and all human memories as a weakness. She'd become a monster. Sorrow, however, was no such monster, even if she believed that not to be true.
"Hush, Sorrow." Venom's voice tried to rip the mare from her darkest thoughts, tried to keep her from making a serious mistake. "I should be hurt to hear that you give so little for my word. Do you really think of me as Dmitri's puppet? I am a man myself, with choices and freedom to decide." The black stallion turned away from her, started walking. What was she thinking? Did she really believe they'd kill her, no matter what? Only if there were no other possibility to save her and a thousand's more lives, would they have to bring her down.
Venom growled, shook his head and finally begann closing in on the silvery-greyish mare. He'd noticed her eyes travelling towards the earth's open jaw, ready to swallow whomever stumbled too near. Venom gently started herding Sorrow away from the cliffs, began talking again. "Let us take a walk, get to know each other. What is your favourite sound?" Whether he meant a musical sound, or a natural one, he seemed truly interested. "I like the sound of the early morning. The sun rising, birds starting their songs, the soft neighing of the early risers." The black one grinnend, turned to look at Sorrow.
"What?" The black stallion stared at Sorrow, the beautiful mare whose eyes were now filled with grief and a sense of loss, Venom had the urge to fight the instance it crept onto her face. Her mumbled words seemed to make no sense - at first. But when he concentrated, he was able to follow her train of thought and understood the anxiety the greyish mare tried to express.
She thought Raphael had sent him. And if not the Archangel himself, surely his second would have ordered the beastly stallion to put an end to all of Sorrow's plans. An end to this painfully human-no longer-human life. "Sorrow! Good God, no. You totally got that wrong. Where did this nonsense come from?" The black one reared onto his hind legs, throwing his mane back, neighing harshly. "I'm n0t gonna kill ya. Of course, you're right, if the Dark Overlord ordered it, I would have to. But to be honest - I wouldn't. Not anymore because you're no longer 'just a face' to me." Venom sighed deeply, straining to take a step forward to comfort the grey mare with all her sorrows.
Venom gaped at the pretty mare, his jaw nearly hitting the floor and his eyes big and round, staring at Sorrow. [k]"We are diffent."[/k], she had said the words as sober and flat as commenting on the weather. But then.. "Me? A beautiful and unique creature?!" Venom tried to tear his eyes off of the grey mare but couldn't stop himself from gaping. All too soon the massive, black stallion burst out laughing. Tears sprang to his eyes, watering his sight but the laughter continued to tumble over and over, shaking his whole frame and stealing his last breath. "You can't be serious... gotta be joking, that's what you are." He pressed out the words, finally managing to take a deep breath again and then looked the truly beautiful woman in the eye. "Listen to me closely, Sorrow. I might be unique but there's only so much beauty as with a thousand horrors underneath. Really. You can trust me if I say that you wouldn't want to be near me at night-time." His green, slitted eyes flashed speaking of demons and untamed wildness within him. "Chick, have you ever stopped for a moment to look at yourself? If you ain't radiating sheer and natural beauty then I don't know what is." Venom shook his head, taking in her sight with clear approval.
The black stallion fell silent as Sorrow began talking, pouring her heart out for him, telling him everything. And Venom understood. He felt her trust within every word she said, felt the sudden urge to keep this woman close, hold her to his heart. Was she really trying to tell him, that she felt like she didn't belong? Was she telling him that she felt like an abomination, despised by the crowd for what was done to her?
Sorrow could have found no better friend to listen to her, who'd understand. Venom himself was always the strange one, Neha's creature, more the serpent than a mortal or a Made being. People saw his eyes and backed away, fearing the outside and not ever getting to know his inside, learning his feelings. They never wanted to. "Well, it's the bitterness of life. The bitterness of being different. It makes us special." The stallion smiled, motioning forward and touching the small mare. Her warmth felt nice, sinking through his skin right into his heart.
Venom stared at the serene beauty, eyeing her with suspicion and fascination alike. What was she telling him? Did she really mean the things she said? He'd never believed her to be audacious. But her voice had lowered a fraction, now sounding raspy, husky and stirring his most primal feelings. [k]"So maybe you'll try to sweeten this time?"[/k] Did she really know what she was saying?
A wash of sweet, spicy smell was in the air the next moment, stroking the stallion's nostrils ever so gently. O.k. - she really knew what she was saying. Or at least her hormones did. A deep, rumbling sound growled inside Venom's chest as he reached out with his nose, grazing along her delicate neck and planting butterfly kisses on every inch of her skin. "Sorrow. Don't dare torturing me." The black stallion's eyes were aflame, desire and primal lust blazing in those snake-green slits. "Sorrow... I could make you forget everything. It'd be just you, and me... and raw sensuality."
The curt words cut through the silence that'd followed the things he had voiced before, sounding more hollow than he'd ever thought possible. The strong black stallion turned away from the beautiful gray, his beastly eyes roaming the scenery like stray cats with no place to go. Except his eyes knew very well where they would like to go, knew that he could never get enough of the sheer beauty of her sight despite the wild, untamed girl she'd become after Uram. "Of course." His words were a sharp response, mimicking her own tone. "I will tell none of the things discussed between you and me, if you should wish so. And you being weaker than what is thought safe doesn't matter as long as I am with you." Venom bared his teeth in a menacing grin, inching closer to the gray beauty. He didn't know if it was true attraction or sheer lust that rode him but he wanted this shattered woman close, under his skin, feeling a connection pulsing between them like with no-one else. Him, Neha's pet - and her, Uram's beast. What a lovely coincidence.
The almost-immortal kept his beastly eyes on the mare's pure and feminine figure. As slender and delicate as her outer figure seemed, her frame of mind told otherwise, spoke of a tough and strong will not to be crushed by anyone. Yet the terrors in her voice as she asked Venom whether he'd heard of Uram, the archangel gone crazy and berserk, hunting for blood rather than fighting terrors similar to the one he'd in the end become.
The muscular, black stallion nodded, his answer coming out brief and brisk: "Of course have I heard of Uram. Who in the world hasn't? Do I look that young and sluggish to your weak, mortal eyes?" Yet she'd spoken of a crime that had been done to her. And at once Venom understood. "I've heard of your case. Your real name is Holly. Though... [k]Sorrow.[/k] Well, I can see why you chose that name instead of keeping your old one. That's a thing we both have in common." Though Venom was old enough to, by now, having had forgotten his original name. The black one smiled, starting to grow some sympathy for the young gray mare.
The almost-immortal turned his head a fraction, inclining it towards the pretty, gray mare, while listening to her hushed words. She knew the minute, the fraction of a second, that her fragile body rested near his own muscular one, what he was. Now, that was truly interesting. He'd thought her a mortal, a young and terrifyingly human creature. But her whisper told him otherwise: [k]"You are ... one of them. One of us."[/k] Venom snorted, raising his head so that his eyes'd meet Sorrow's. His abnormal eyes, glowing a bright, feverish green and it's slits revealing the beast within. "I highly doubt that we are of the same kind, girl." An undercurrent of his exotic Indian accent flowing through his voice, even though the sound of it still remained as calm and collected as before.
But her next words sent him off: [k] "Maybe you shouldn't touch me, if the name Dmitri is not a foreign word to you. He would avenge me."[/k] She knew Dmitri? Venom's head shot up, his ears tilting to and fro, his long, silky tail squishing around nervously. "How come you know the [k]Dark Overlord[/k]?" Trying to regain his coolness, Venom focused on the tiny mare's body, roaming her frame with his strange, preternatural eyes. "I'm afraid to say, you're not his type, at all.. So no love story, huh?" The massive stallion bared his teeth a fraction, sneering at the gray beauty.
Passt schon, Lisa. Meins ist auch bei weitem nicht perfekt ;D
Racing along the rocky shore, straying never too far from the deadly fall of the cliffs, Venom was finally able to set aside any of his discomforts and snarly thoughts. From time to time, he felt the beast inside him rising, staring out of his now dark and feverish eyes. Neha's beast. For he was Neha's creature to the core, her madness lurking inside his every cell, inside his mind perhaps. The black stallion snorted, stopping dead at preternatural speed. He'd glimpsed another horse, another fellow. A soft white, if not pale creature. Venom turned his head, a smirk playing around his mouth, a whinny roaring out of his throat.
[k]By all the Ancients![/k] He could hear the pale-faced mare's heart pounding against her rip cage. What was her problem? Venom snorted, feeling the beast waking, coming to life, sizzling through his veins. [k]Oh no. Of all moments, this right now was the worst of all.[/k] The black one caught a painful smile of the gray, her voice rising towards and greeting him: [k]"Sorry... uhm... I'm Sorrow."[/k] Eyes narrowing, so she wouldn't spot the beast's green and slitted eyes at once, he gave her a curt nod. "Venom." The little one seemed frightened, though he hadn't done a single, unnatural thing as of yet. "Nice to meet you", he added but his tone was dry, business-like.
[k]Another place, another time.[/k] The tall, handsome stallion caught himself pondering stray thoughts inside his mind, unnerving in a strange way. His sleek figure made its way in a north-east direction, marching along high cliffs. Many meters below him, waves crashed against the rocky shore and a crisp wind was screaming as it trailed above the water's edge and up the cliffs. Venom, as this dark stallion was called, sighed and halted for a few seconds to take in the grand vista. He'd trailed along the shore and cliffs from early dawn on, but - as of yet - had not been able to glimpse or contact Raphael or either one of his fellow Seven.
Another huge sigh made it's way over his lips. [k]Raphael really needs to work on his cryptic descriptions. How is anyone going to find him if he never leaves exact summons?[/k] Venom's smile grew bitter. As he turned away from the roaring sea and started to trot, he immediately felt his anger about the Sire wash off. No, it wasn't Raphael giving orders this time, the black one remembered. It was Dmitri. [k]Yeah, that's right. Blame ole', nasty Dmitri.[/k] A slow, lopsided smile creeping onto his harsh, exotic features, Venom kicked into gear and raced along the cliffs, galloping away from any debates going on inside his head.
