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kh_drabbleTitle: Building The Perfect Beast
Challenge: [61] Create
Wordcount: 294
Characters: Riku II
Spoilers: Spoilers for Chain of Memories [reverse rebirth].
Notes: Sometimes a person can be changed; and sometimes a person will take that transformation into their own hands.
With frustration consuming his false heart like the taint of bitter ashes, he stalked soundless through the empty shadowed halls in the pursuit of his hated brother-sire, that darkling silver prince too craven to embrace his own power.
Idiot! Unworthy, arrogant!
But whole, in a way that he himself could never be; unless he could find that half-false world formed from oblivion's own mists that the silver shadow fled to – and then destroy him, drink him down like ruby wine.
Unfinished, imperfect he had been left, a flaw that burned him with night's own fire. But that was simply remedied; and he would remake himself into something more than his unknown creator had ever wished ...
Seeking out his other's presence was as simple now as following a phantom trail of tarnished heart's-blood, now that he'd fed so deeply on the dream-forger's empty soul and left the shattered wreck behind to gasp inky ichor onto the castle's pale marble tile.
Why, he could all but taste the smoky-sweetness of the fallen key-bearer's blackened heart.
His own heart may be hollow, a cunningly-wrought bauble, and he no longer remembered why – though a flicker of pale hair and frost-laced words taunted him still with a betrayal now lost – but soon it would no longer matter.
Teeth set in a hunter's grin, he stalked from the shadows to face down his hated, longed-for reflection.
Once he tore away his progenitor's pathetic life and took it for his own, he would be his own creature; beholden to no lifeless mockery in black, a darkness edged with knife-sharp dream.
Then the emptiness would fade to dust and he would be the only --
Challenge: [61] Create
Wordcount: 294
Characters: Riku II
Spoilers: Spoilers for Chain of Memories [reverse rebirth].
Notes: Sometimes a person can be changed; and sometimes a person will take that transformation into their own hands.
With frustration consuming his false heart like the taint of bitter ashes, he stalked soundless through the empty shadowed halls in the pursuit of his hated brother-sire, that darkling silver prince too craven to embrace his own power.
Idiot! Unworthy, arrogant!
But whole, in a way that he himself could never be; unless he could find that half-false world formed from oblivion's own mists that the silver shadow fled to – and then destroy him, drink him down like ruby wine.
Unfinished, imperfect he had been left, a flaw that burned him with night's own fire. But that was simply remedied; and he would remake himself into something more than his unknown creator had ever wished ...
Seeking out his other's presence was as simple now as following a phantom trail of tarnished heart's-blood, now that he'd fed so deeply on the dream-forger's empty soul and left the shattered wreck behind to gasp inky ichor onto the castle's pale marble tile.
Why, he could all but taste the smoky-sweetness of the fallen key-bearer's blackened heart.
His own heart may be hollow, a cunningly-wrought bauble, and he no longer remembered why – though a flicker of pale hair and frost-laced words taunted him still with a betrayal now lost – but soon it would no longer matter.
Teeth set in a hunter's grin, he stalked from the shadows to face down his hated, longed-for reflection.
Once he tore away his progenitor's pathetic life and took it for his own, he would be his own creature; beholden to no lifeless mockery in black, a darkness edged with knife-sharp dream.
Then the emptiness would fade to dust and he would be the only --
