The darkness was sinuous, pulsing with movements and emotions completely its own. The churning swirls moved in a pattern that defied logic, mesmerized the eyes, and was so unfathomable as to drive one mad.
The same could be said for the creature that slipped out of it. Around the creature was a faint nimbus of nothingness, a small gap created by the actions of the darkness curling away from the creature.
The creature was too beautiful to inspire such fear from an inanimate object but it did. The form was statuesque, lithe, and pleasing to all the senses. Every inch of skin was luminous with a skin-deep shimmer, every inch built to lure, to seduce, to befuddle the mind so much that it missed the form underneath.
Underneath it was the form of a predator, the mannerisms of a killer's sheathed in languid elegance. But many will die never seeing it, blinded by their senses even as they bled to death.
