06-16-2015, 04:35 PM
Malik followed the woman's gaze but did not see what she was looking at. She hadn't sat down again either. If anything, her tone and body language said she was bored.
He laughed to himself. Chaos. Of course, she liked the chaos. Suspicions were settled in his mind. She shifted moods from playful and seductive to bored and dismissive in a heart beat. Always watching, a glittering spider above it all, watching prey enter her nest.
Irritating skittered across the bubble that somehow encased his mood. He was outside looking in, Malik, wreathed in black cloud, hiding behind Marcus' eyes. What if the prey had teeth? What if the prey decided to start cutting her web? Malik felt a frisson of anticipation. Marcus would want an excuse, but Malik felt no such compunction.
He looked to the man, catching his eye, and then back out into the crowd. "Look's like she's looking for a new game,"
he said casually. The words were unimportant as he thrust his hands into the black void and seized the power, felt it squirm under his grasp, and pulled it into him, subdued it. Even as the words left his lips, he felt the room light up as if a thousand suns suddenly shone. The smell of blood and sweat and leather and smoke and pheromones slamming into him like being hit by a train, by the force of life itself.
And somehow, more than he ever thought possible, Malik felt truly alive. In this Stygian underworld he felt peace and tranquility wash over him, far more deeply than ever before. He felt a presence here, as if this was the core of the universe. Encased in shadow and highlighted in along the edges, this was home. This was his domain.
Less than a second had passed and no doubt the man felt the power roiling from him. And in that moment, just as he turned his head back to them casually, Malik struck,. A single tendril of air snaked out like a viper and smacked the woman on the ass.
Mouth and eyes cool, Marcus watched them as if nothing had happened.
He laughed to himself. Chaos. Of course, she liked the chaos. Suspicions were settled in his mind. She shifted moods from playful and seductive to bored and dismissive in a heart beat. Always watching, a glittering spider above it all, watching prey enter her nest.
Irritating skittered across the bubble that somehow encased his mood. He was outside looking in, Malik, wreathed in black cloud, hiding behind Marcus' eyes. What if the prey had teeth? What if the prey decided to start cutting her web? Malik felt a frisson of anticipation. Marcus would want an excuse, but Malik felt no such compunction.
He looked to the man, catching his eye, and then back out into the crowd. "Look's like she's looking for a new game,"
he said casually. The words were unimportant as he thrust his hands into the black void and seized the power, felt it squirm under his grasp, and pulled it into him, subdued it. Even as the words left his lips, he felt the room light up as if a thousand suns suddenly shone. The smell of blood and sweat and leather and smoke and pheromones slamming into him like being hit by a train, by the force of life itself.
And somehow, more than he ever thought possible, Malik felt truly alive. In this Stygian underworld he felt peace and tranquility wash over him, far more deeply than ever before. He felt a presence here, as if this was the core of the universe. Encased in shadow and highlighted in along the edges, this was home. This was his domain.
Less than a second had passed and no doubt the man felt the power roiling from him. And in that moment, just as he turned his head back to them casually, Malik struck,. A single tendril of air snaked out like a viper and smacked the woman on the ass.
Mouth and eyes cool, Marcus watched them as if nothing had happened.