Maelstrom

"Even the devil was once an angel."
The first breath.

It was raspy. Raspy, cold, and, to a degree, resembled the scratch of nails against a chalkboard. Her eyes snapped open, a bright, shining orange against the gloomy colors of the cave. And almost immediately what would be later considered a rather characteristic smile split her features. Breath. Breath and her entrance into the world. Ohh, it was so exciting. Thrilling, even. Horrifyingly gratifying.

With a monstrous shriek the feline thrust out her hind-legs, orange eyes glimmering with an unreasonable menace. The crystal shattered, it shattered and tiny fragments and shards exploded into the air, before at last twirling down to land on the platform of stalagmites. Unbeknownst to her, a shard tore through the atmosphere, before bouncing itself back downwind....

And straight into her face.

It was the little bridge between her eyes, the bump of her melanistically-furred nose. Oh, but she loved it. She loved the pain that misted immediately through her, loved and relished the droplets of blood that streamed down from the lower rims of her eyes. She didn't know why, but she loved each and every one of the moments nevertheless. The preliminarily sinister grin enlarged, revealing an array of sharp, salivating fangs. Ropes of spittle hung down from the upper canines, spattering the inside of the crystalis.

She sprung out, and the blood spewed everywhere. But again, she enjoyed it. Enjoyed every split zeptosecond.

And the edges of her tongue poked out, spindling sideways in an attempt to absorb the blood, the blood that had continued to flow down from between her eyes.

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"Verbal."| Magic. | Thoughts. |

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