I've got just the thing you want need.
@ aterriblelight
It was a terrible scene, like something fresh out of hell.
Have you seen this woman?
She is wanted in relation to multiple crimes, including but not limited to
Blackmail, Murder, Conspiracy, Kidnapping, And Desecration of a Corpse. If seen, please call-
The rest has been scratched away.
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Zero Hour.
Hiba was born in a flash, the wave of heat that washed over her hotter than anything she ever felt. In that instant, she died. Melted away mere seconds after being given life. But death would not accept her that day.
Zero Hour + Four Minutes
She breathes in smoke that burns her lungs. She coughs. Had she ever coughed before? Everything felt so strange. She was still herself, but...crammed into something that didn't quite fit right. When she fidgets with her clothing the fabric of her skirt fuses to her hand.
Zero Hour + Six Minutes
When she stands the world sinks beneath her feet. Trying to swallow her up. Something says something she doesn't understand. Hiba manages to continue on to a river. She only makes it a few more steps into the liquid before she collapses and drowns to death.
Now I'm wandering around, seeing the sights.
Finding out exactly what you can do for me.
Hiba can hardly remember how many times she died that day. It doesn't matter to her now, she's not been back there for years. That's in the past, you know? She's got a bright future to look forward to. Especially since humans, these, things she's found herself amongst, have proven to be so malleable.
They 'Fold like paper' she once heard someone say. She thinks that is an accurate description. Something about her...about where she's come from maybe, she doesn't know. All she knows is that it just takes one look. Even a fleeting one means she'll be on their mind for the rest of the day. An afternoon together will burn the memory into their brain for years. A week alongside year will jump them in their sleep for the rest of their life.
Which is just fine by her. As fun as it is to play with her food, she still does need to eat...
At the end of the day, she's a carnivore. The kind that's content to take it slow. Lay in the bushes and wait for her prey to settle down in her jaws before they spring shut and she gets to feast.
Humans...have such a need for community. To love and be loved. Why shouldn't she provide that for them? They seem to love her oh so dearly after all? Love her enough to answer her calls late at night. To drive out before dawn and take care of something for her. To take this bag and not ask what's in it. Bring this around back and take it inside, if it moves, kick it.
She only needs a few dozen. Devotees who have seen that there are things that she can provide that no other person can. That nothing can provide. Except her. She has a heart big enough to fit the world in it, all the time in the world to tend to every want and whim. To scratch that itch and all she asks for in exchange is one very, very, simple thing.
To scratch her itch as well. Satiate that tightness in her stomach. Make her feel every so slightly...whole again. It won't be the end of their special relationship, far from it. They're just taking it to a whole other level.