02-09-2017, 01:42 PM
This one is interesting.
She knows who I am - though evidently not what that means - and seems to want to fight. More importantly, she possesses some strength, and that makes me pause.
As grating as the idea may be, I should be cautious. The memory of my downfall at the claws of The Warrior, my embarrassing struggle against Coxley, and the near-miss at the circle of standing stones all remain fresh in my mind. It almost feels as though the horrible, nigh-blasphemous idea that I am no longer invincible (which is a word that practically shines, flashing and dangerous) is being forced down my throat. As furious as that makes me, I can't deny the fact that I've been diminished.
Still though, such presumption! The way she uses words is fascinating, deliberately disrespectful in a way I've never encountered before. It almost reminds me of the feeling I got from being around Gigan, but even that blade-brained fool always knew his place.
Does this creature believe that taunting me is a game? That her posturing will have the slightest effect on the outcome of this contest? She may be strong, but I can see at a glance that this smug little thing is also soft, possessing the same weak hide as the rest of the miserable mammals I've encountered so far. She covers it with armor, but she's not the first to think that artifice can save them from me.
The wind blows, rustling the leaves of the nearby forest, and the sun sinks lower in the sky, the light turning a deeper shade of red as it fades. Large sections of the pastoral basin upon whose lip we stand are in shadow now, that which remains illuminated glowing with the ruddy hues of twilight.
The settling dust from her ostentatious display catches the light, shimmering upon the reddening road.
I gleam.
For daring to compare us, and to so blithely insult me, I'm going to destroy this woman - though even had she come to me on her knees I would have done that eventually anyway.
But first, I'm going to make her understand.
"I would have liked to know more about you," I tell her, astral charge sparking within my chest as my anger rises, "But I'll settle for learning how you die."
She knows who I am - though evidently not what that means - and seems to want to fight. More importantly, she possesses some strength, and that makes me pause.
As grating as the idea may be, I should be cautious. The memory of my downfall at the claws of The Warrior, my embarrassing struggle against Coxley, and the near-miss at the circle of standing stones all remain fresh in my mind. It almost feels as though the horrible, nigh-blasphemous idea that I am no longer invincible (which is a word that practically shines, flashing and dangerous) is being forced down my throat. As furious as that makes me, I can't deny the fact that I've been diminished.
Still though, such presumption! The way she uses words is fascinating, deliberately disrespectful in a way I've never encountered before. It almost reminds me of the feeling I got from being around Gigan, but even that blade-brained fool always knew his place.
Does this creature believe that taunting me is a game? That her posturing will have the slightest effect on the outcome of this contest? She may be strong, but I can see at a glance that this smug little thing is also soft, possessing the same weak hide as the rest of the miserable mammals I've encountered so far. She covers it with armor, but she's not the first to think that artifice can save them from me.
The wind blows, rustling the leaves of the nearby forest, and the sun sinks lower in the sky, the light turning a deeper shade of red as it fades. Large sections of the pastoral basin upon whose lip we stand are in shadow now, that which remains illuminated glowing with the ruddy hues of twilight.
The settling dust from her ostentatious display catches the light, shimmering upon the reddening road.
I gleam.
For daring to compare us, and to so blithely insult me, I'm going to destroy this woman - though even had she come to me on her knees I would have done that eventually anyway.
But first, I'm going to make her understand.
"I would have liked to know more about you," I tell her, astral charge sparking within my chest as my anger rises, "But I'll settle for learning how you die."