AWAKENING by Amaranth*

Awakening

Grabbing a cloak to cover my naked form I cover the snakes writhing from my skull, instructing them to quieten in my mind so not to arouse suspicion. As I glide effortlessly I call to my bethren, soon behind me snakes of every form are following my path.

It seems no time has passed as we reach the outskirts of the city. The smell of dirt and sweat and decaying food breeches our fine nostrils. Man the dirtiest being. I hiss as I consider my plan.

With my mind I instruct my brethren to wait for my call. I hear impatience and disquiet at missing the sport, but with a hiss show them I need to be human to gain entry for us all.

I approach the guarded sealed gate, head hanging low, cloaked completely I am stopped by a burly sweaty man. I expose my flesh to him briefly. In the dark he cannot discern its true form. To him I am some exotic beauty offering my wares. Smiling a vulger toothy, blackened grin he drags me round the corner. Once out of sight he pulls back my hood. I raise my head to meet his gaze. When I come out of my trance mere seconds later my snakelike tongue whips round my lips in satisfaction as I see he is locked in a silent scream. His stone body showing his vulgarity for an eternity.

I cover myself again and call to the bethren as we slide through the city gates, letting my cloak fall from my head. Walking with pace my cloak billows behind me revealing my beautiful scaled amazonian form, serpents forming my hair writhing and snapping.

With each challenge to my presence a statue appears, leaving some to see the devastation through eyes forever encased in a stone body. Watching as my brethen take those that I leave. Sliding over their bodies, choking them, biting with deadly poison. The creshendo of screams, I was sure my Master would hear from the castle. I laugh, touching myself as the pleasure of the pain of others takes over me.

I suddenly notice the silence, no screaming. Glancing round I see statues and sleeping snakes. They had feasted well. A quiet unmistakable sob is heard, I follow the sound.

I enter a courtyard a circle of snakes surround a couple of true beauty and elegance. She is crying softly. He stands next to her crestfallen, defeated, sword hanging limply from his hand. I smell blood of my brethren, a strong stench eminating from his sword, covered the full length of the blade. I hiss in anger, flying at him in a rage, I pummel him hard, sending him reeling from my relentless pounding, grieving for each of my family that gave themselves to his Sword. Grabbing the sword from his hand, I lick it clean of their blood, taking on the strength of my fallen ones.

He is wise, he avoids my eyes. I watch him, thinking for a moment. Seeing as he inadequately tries to comfort her. I hiss, throw my head back and laugh rauchously. I take the cord from the neck of my cloak, letting my full form be exposed and tie it tightly around her neck. "you will make a great gift for my Master" I hiss. Her sobs quicken as she shys away from my beautiful dark harlequin scaled skin.

With one swift movement I drive the sword through his abdomen, screaming "kill him". My brethren cover his body as I march his beloved away dragged by the cord around her throat.

Snakes, human remains and statues fill the streets of this once proud city. I march the sobbing girl back to My Lord. Bringing her through the door, I present her as a gift


Amaranth
6th June 2012