Coral Hull: Prose: Thirty Six Hours: Howler

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: THIRTY SIX HOURS
HOWLER

She howled into the calm and dreadful night. With silver tipped lashes and blood in her eyes. Her dark mane unfolds around her cheeks in layers of horse wisps and cobwebs. Smiles like a pale blue moon and her lips are blood. She yowls across the miles like a hungry cat. She has called his forgiveness with magic and anger. She is heated and howling with bat wings of night. She has called him back into her rodent darkness with a stiff and musky scent.

He is hers to keep she feels. The life that remained within him was of her. He wouldn't leave this place without her. She would follow his thoughts to the end of the earth and destroy him before he could jump. She would pump his body with cold mist weed and oils. She would rip him the threads with her teeth. Ruin him with her eyes and the heat would scorch him. She would cling to him with her probing forked tongue. Be lost unto him and he into her. All would end.

Because this was the way of her cold love. All to end unto the other. But all the greylands before her were empty. Rohan had gone and had knocked away nature. She screamed out her monstrous tears of loneliness and rage. He stood out from her and far away from himself. She couldn't reach him. She loved him and would never reach him. Never one hot fatal touch of that which she loved. Just one little touch.

She pounced onto rooftops where lights were still burning in upstairs rooms. She rushed into the shadow like night cats and wind. Battered her heart against empty dead trees. Reached and reached for him - screamed at the sea. She was alone like this. Tormented forever. She could never be free to die. Because he still lived. Somewhere without her. She roared and spat and squashed in snails. She would reach out into night with her claws, and if all else failed, she would destroy him.

She should never have loved him that much - forgive. But Rohan now wandering the desert, didn't hear her rage. He was blinded by white sands. He had given himself to her completely. What more could he do? There was nothing left for him. He had lost everything. There was nothing left. She howled into the night with hideous wings, and in the dawn she was hiding, sobbing quietly for his death.

    

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