Maea
What you're given, what you live in
Darling, it finds a way to live in you
Darling, it finds a way to live in you
The man stared at the buck, and the buck gazed back, unblinking. For one shimmering moment, all was still, and quiet, and perfect.
It shattered with the crash of saplings whipping aside. A white blur tore out of the forest and in a single bound the elk dashed off along the riverbank with the blue-striped tigress hot on it's heals. It tried to outrun her, but she was too fast. It tried to evade her as she leaped for its powerful hind quarters, but she was already there, claws out and teeth flashing as she bit into the greying hide.
The pained screech of the buck sent birds scattering from the treetops. With the weight of the tigress pulling on him his flight slowed into a shuffle, then a half crawl as his rear legs gave out. In a storm of thrashing tail and merciless precision, the hunting feline shifted her grip, letting go of bloodstained flanks only for her jaws to find its throat instead. The elk thrashed, tried to get up again, tried to run – but she held firm.
Gradually the slender legs ceased their kicking and thrashing. Even when they grew limp, she kept holding on; as the heart stopped, as the breath gave out, as life bled onto her tongue and ebbed away. Going, going... gone.
Still she held on, her pale eyes closed against an ecstasy too profound for words.
It shattered with the crash of saplings whipping aside. A white blur tore out of the forest and in a single bound the elk dashed off along the riverbank with the blue-striped tigress hot on it's heals. It tried to outrun her, but she was too fast. It tried to evade her as she leaped for its powerful hind quarters, but she was already there, claws out and teeth flashing as she bit into the greying hide.
The pained screech of the buck sent birds scattering from the treetops. With the weight of the tigress pulling on him his flight slowed into a shuffle, then a half crawl as his rear legs gave out. In a storm of thrashing tail and merciless precision, the hunting feline shifted her grip, letting go of bloodstained flanks only for her jaws to find its throat instead. The elk thrashed, tried to get up again, tried to run – but she held firm.
Gradually the slender legs ceased their kicking and thrashing. Even when they grew limp, she kept holding on; as the heart stopped, as the breath gave out, as life bled onto her tongue and ebbed away. Going, going... gone.
Still she held on, her pale eyes closed against an ecstasy too profound for words.
And your heart, love, has such darkness
I feel it in the corners of the room
I feel it in the corners of the room
