Creative Writing: Simple Hate

To everyone else it looked like simple hate. Frowns, glares, harsh biting words, a refusal to speak his name. Mial, the failed experiment that didn't die. All fangs and claws, his mind shattered by the drug that was to make him super human. Wild and unruly honey colored hair, with bright golden eyes that seemed bored with life. No emotion typically shown until he shows up. His keeper, Atey. However this word hardly slipped passed those lips. Pale skin, and hair the color of fresh ink. The lone visible eye the color of wine, a successful experiment, and the one who was put in charge of keeping the failed experiment in check.

Mial didn't hate him though, no he was attached to the other, but there was no love there, all the love was simply used up on another, the one who was his only friend before and after his mind corroded. Atey was simply his keeper, and a Ring Master. Thus he was only called that. Ink colored locks pulled into a high ponytail then braided, a veil of those same locks falling over his right eyes hiding the empty socket. Skin shrouded away by black fabric and then that stark white coat with sleeves that nearly touched the ground hiding away the hands that knew just how to calm him from his rage. …show more content…
The body attached to it, seemingly immune to the harsh bites and gouging claws. Even with the clothing was torn and gouge, he would simply be held, snarling and biting. Mial however withstood as much as he lashed out with. Even if what he endured wasn't pain. Where Mial was distant and quite, Atey was bright exuberant energy. The lips perpetually smirking or smiling the lower lip painted purple, a single triangle under the lone showing eyes as he spoke laughter and ever