Here is my latest....how similar things all are in the end...it is truly ironic.....all we do is pick our own master!! I hope you enjoy!
Daemon-Hound
Panting from extreme exertion...further survival is far from certain. Devil's spawn now close behind her...she wonders how the hell he finds her.
Sanctuary far away, chances slim in that direction... Hell-hound baying in the distance, her weapons offer scant protection. Once again she finds her rhythm,striving for life's preservation... Slipping, sliding in her flight...frantic in her desperation.
She doesn't notice in her haste, the drop of blood she leaves behind... Precious nectar betrays her passage, a scent unique to human-kind. Such carelessness not tolerated, by the elders of her clan... Lapses are so often fatal, the result is often death...unplanned.
Stygian landscape offends her senses, still she strives for distance from... This unholy creature tracking her, she knows the worst is yet to come. Meantime in the misty distance, night-mare hound has found her spoor... Succulent blood-scent sets him snapping, his dripping jaws demanding more.
Pissing in insane excitement, tail tightly tucked around his balls... Baying his obscene enchantment, he listens to foul nature's call. He tastes the blood upon the ground, yearning for complete fulfillment... His frenzied brain relays the message, only blood will bring contentment.
Relentless in his fell pursuit, cruel death it takes to calm this brute. Only then can he return, with her stolen soul to burn.
As she approaches lower ground, approaches understanding's calm... It seems as if her cares have fled, as if her soul has been embalmed. Surely she could make her stand here, make her final dance resound... Show that she is not defeated, make this the place she kills the hound.
As if her very thoughts have brought him, conjured from her fevered dreams... Beast makes his awful presence known, with daemon sounds and nightmare screams. She stands alone; tall and defiant, slowly she unsheaths her blade... Mind racing as she sets herself, relieved now...her decisions made.
As if no distance seperates them, as if his sight were magnified... He sees the pulse within her throat, dark wishes he will satisfy. A coughing snarl escapes his lips, as he leaps to sate his hunger... Quick as thought he is upon her, he is fast but she is younger.
He feels a burning deep inside him, as his teeth lock on her throat... The blood that fills his mouth is tasteless, all sensation seems remote. Thoughts of his master's retribution, fill his mind as he is dying... Last sound he hears upon this plane, the sound of gentle maiden crying.
Pinned beneath the reeking carcass, her life-blood seeps into the earth... Gore-crows gather all about her, to feed on carnage she has birthed. Yet she is happy for she knows, it is her soul that she has saved... Mortal death a price worth paying, courageous souls are not enslaved.
At the moment of her death, even as she draws her final breath... The goddess whispers in her ear, daughter...I will keep you near.
