~ The Huntress’s Kiss ~
The adrenaline nectar is so exquisitely sweet while sinuously encircling the heart and refining the fear in the flame of my bloodlust. Being half predator and half prey, I creep upon you… stalking you.
Cry out to the silence in the caves of forever. Cry to the fears of survival that linger, echoing off the mountains and across the oceans to the edge of time for nothing will be as it was…
I am what you are afraid to become. Cry for death unto me and I shall laugh. All feasts are mine as are all joys, my devising. You shall know your fate by the taste I leave in your mouth as I pull you into the darkness… drenched with the sweat of fear.
~ ©Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon ~
