
Chaoseater ♂ xxx Earthshaker ♀
We face one another, but she does not see me.
Her eyes wander across my decaying form, at the cinder that sprinkles of my curved spine, at the white-hot flames that flicker inconsistently out of the holes that mar my forelegs. I stand still; I let her look at me and really see me. No complaint raises to my mouth and I merely stare, empty-eyed and quiet.
What I hate in myself she loves.
While she is in the midst of studying me, I allow my own abysmal gaze to see her. Tender plants crawl over her outstretched legs, and miniature leaves unfurl from their soft roots. Her velvet fur is the color of rich soil, perfect for vegetation to grow. Circles of flowerless leaves decorate her eyes.
What she hates in herself I love.
Complete and utter opposites, my courtship of her has gone rough.
I constantly am in a state of rot, an escapable destiny. It was something I was born with; an association with the dead has eventually led to my oncoming doom. I am perfectly and utterly immortal, trapped inside a body that is held together by magic and a few torn ligaments.
She, on the other hand, is beautiful. She is the embodiment of fierce life, and everywhere she goes, things grow. The ground she massages beneath her feet sprouts waning underbrush as she walks, vibrant green and perfect. She has never known death, and returns to life everytime it threatens.
Her touch against my fur is... life. It is a breath of a beginning across my skin. She will never know how I thirst for her, for that first simple movement. For a second, I am allowed to feel alive, and my chest expands with air I normally cannot breathe. She brings life to me for aching moments.
I suppose her lust for me is in the negative. I have tried before to see it from her prespective; a lone stranger who can never die, who can never escape her life. She is caught in a limbo and cannot move forward. I provide for her a taste of the death she can never, ever achieve, and maybe that is what brings her back to me every night.
Whatever it is, I do not complain.
Her name is Earthshaker, and she is the only thing that wakes me in the mornings these days. It is getting harder and harder to revive myself when dawn colors the sky. As she lays her warm nose against mine, I stir. It is her energy that steels my body and pulls me together for just one more day.
I am her Chaoseater. I am a a disaster waiting to happen. A natural occurence that has stopped in the middle of death. She loves me fiercely, passionately, and can never give enough of the stench that follows me. I guess she uncovers joy beneath the exterior of rot.
For now, we live and die together.
The infamous healer Earthshaker and the necromancer Chaoseater who walks beside her...
We are a paradox, and I never want that to change.