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an excerpt from "Lamentations of an Icarus - Part IV" -
“They’re red,” the ferret muttered, awe-struck. “But how? There’s no—“
“Angel. Yeah, we’re all alone out here,” Trace quietly replied, searching the cemetery with cautious eyes. But his unease soon waned when his searching revealed no sign of any heavenly interloper.
“I don’t understand. It should be right on top of us.”
“You’re right,” the ermine said slowly, allowing the evidence to simmer in contemplation. “It should.”
“Oh but you’re wrong, Trace. Can’t you see?” Orrin asked, grinning pleasingly and pointing his thumb at the crying stone angel. “We got this old biddy right here to keep us company. Maybe she’ll be the one to keep us on the straight and narrow.”
‘This can only mean one thing,’ Trace thought, amusedly gazing upon the bleeding statue. ‘A barrier’s been raised.’ He then coolly shrugged off any enduring apprehension.
“’The Host is near,’” the ermine answered flippantly, miming a phrase they often heard.
Once more, Trace’s interest drew back down to the reddish-orange orb freely floating in his open palm. A smug, self-congratulatory grin wrinkled his lips as he observed it travel the contours of his right paw. He then curled his paw into a fist and felt the wisp’s storehouse of energy course into his body and flood his veins with raw, throbbing vitality. Not only would the wisps allow each of them to manifest a corporal form, but more than that, this same otherworldly power would grant them the capacity to expand their own personal strength as well. Their wings would grow sturdier. They’d grow bigger and become more formidable beasts if they were to absorb their collective power. Although no living soul could rightfully tell, after the fact they’d be much more of a threat than what their lean projections would likely ever allude.
Trace looked up and observed with mild intrigue as Orrin’s delightful smile had deteriorated into a savage simulation of satisfaction. It was almost a parody of self-gratification. But Orrin’s response was not unexpected. Trace had known and loved the man for more than fifty years, and in all that time one aspect had lasted unabated regardless of experience. Whenever he came close to procuring what he wanted most in that moment, the ferret would often be unable to suppress his own excitement. Trace was never bothered by his mate’s enthusiasm, but the stoat still found it fascinating that Orrin didn’t seem able of moving beyond this sort of childish response.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” Trace asked with deliberate relish.
“Of course,” he said with his once charming smile now full of violence. “Our siren, she’s here.”
I watched you change/
Into a fly/
I looked away/
You were on fire/
I watched a change in you/
It's like you never had wings/
Now, you feel so alive/
I've watched you change/
I took you home/
Set you on the glass/
I pulled off your wings/
Then I laughed/
I watched a change in you/
It's like you never had wings/
Now, you feel so alive/
I've watched you change/
It's like you never had wings/
- Deftones - "Change (In the House of Flies)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPpDyIJdasg
I just want to thank
aerokat for all her hard work and effort. I absolutely love what she's done here, and I can't stress enough how happy I am with this finished piece. So please take the time to visit her gallery and see her talent for yourself.
Also, in case you're interested, here's a link for her Patreon page:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix?ty=c
“They’re red,” the ferret muttered, awe-struck. “But how? There’s no—“
“Angel. Yeah, we’re all alone out here,” Trace quietly replied, searching the cemetery with cautious eyes. But his unease soon waned when his searching revealed no sign of any heavenly interloper.
“I don’t understand. It should be right on top of us.”
“You’re right,” the ermine said slowly, allowing the evidence to simmer in contemplation. “It should.”
“Oh but you’re wrong, Trace. Can’t you see?” Orrin asked, grinning pleasingly and pointing his thumb at the crying stone angel. “We got this old biddy right here to keep us company. Maybe she’ll be the one to keep us on the straight and narrow.”
‘This can only mean one thing,’ Trace thought, amusedly gazing upon the bleeding statue. ‘A barrier’s been raised.’ He then coolly shrugged off any enduring apprehension.
“’The Host is near,’” the ermine answered flippantly, miming a phrase they often heard.
Once more, Trace’s interest drew back down to the reddish-orange orb freely floating in his open palm. A smug, self-congratulatory grin wrinkled his lips as he observed it travel the contours of his right paw. He then curled his paw into a fist and felt the wisp’s storehouse of energy course into his body and flood his veins with raw, throbbing vitality. Not only would the wisps allow each of them to manifest a corporal form, but more than that, this same otherworldly power would grant them the capacity to expand their own personal strength as well. Their wings would grow sturdier. They’d grow bigger and become more formidable beasts if they were to absorb their collective power. Although no living soul could rightfully tell, after the fact they’d be much more of a threat than what their lean projections would likely ever allude.
Trace looked up and observed with mild intrigue as Orrin’s delightful smile had deteriorated into a savage simulation of satisfaction. It was almost a parody of self-gratification. But Orrin’s response was not unexpected. Trace had known and loved the man for more than fifty years, and in all that time one aspect had lasted unabated regardless of experience. Whenever he came close to procuring what he wanted most in that moment, the ferret would often be unable to suppress his own excitement. Trace was never bothered by his mate’s enthusiasm, but the stoat still found it fascinating that Orrin didn’t seem able of moving beyond this sort of childish response.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” Trace asked with deliberate relish.
“Of course,” he said with his once charming smile now full of violence. “Our siren, she’s here.”
I watched you change/
Into a fly/
I looked away/
You were on fire/
I watched a change in you/
It's like you never had wings/
Now, you feel so alive/
I've watched you change/
I took you home/
Set you on the glass/
I pulled off your wings/
Then I laughed/
I watched a change in you/
It's like you never had wings/
Now, you feel so alive/
I've watched you change/
It's like you never had wings/
- Deftones - "Change (In the House of Flies)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPpDyIJdasg
I just want to thank
aerokat for all her hard work and effort. I absolutely love what she's done here, and I can't stress enough how happy I am with this finished piece. So please take the time to visit her gallery and see her talent for yourself.Also, in case you're interested, here's a link for her Patreon page:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix?ty=c
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Mustelid (Other)
Size 771 x 1020px
File Size 592.4 kB
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