Post by † Demon † on Dec 22, 2005 9:59:03 GMT -5
I don't know about you, but the suspense is killing me right now... ;]
Demon's mind was a blur. The blood seemed so reviving, yet so tasteless. For a moment or two, it crossed her mind; was this worth it all? Yet as quick as it appeared, the thought was gone. Destroyed by the pain that shot through her form. Slowly, the black beast rose her head, wincing as that sweet sharpened pain coursed through her mind from her wounded ear. An attempt to rise onto her paws failed--recoiled once again as the long, winding gash across her flanks added another surge of pain to crash through each single nerve in her system. Thinking as straight as one could, she caressed her ebony facade with a blood stained paw, wiping away blood, sweat and tears from where they laid. Grinning with insanity, despite the pain she felt, she viewed her handy-work which lay around her with triumph and glory. For a minute, silence came but as a laugh forced its way out of her lips, it cut itself short. The pain grew stronger, worse in fact. Knowing no different, she settled for her favorite, and most famous phrase of this current spurt, "This is for you, Markaz!" Yet, this glory, this passion of her doings was quickly erased from the setting. Another voice stole her mood, causing the black beast to swing her head toward the speaker, causing a sharp painful snarl to twist over her smile, and the fury to rise once again. There, before her very eyes, was another one of her so-called enemies; another bringer of her madness, another cause of this madness within. This vermin stood in an indifferent pose, atop the stairs of this peculiar cabin--she wasn't too far away. "You have done well, Demon. At last the evil of Tarkah is eradicated..." Demon was silent, taking in the words as best she could, this vicious pain slowly draining away to the back of her mind.
"Ah, I see I get to add another wench to my death list for the day!" Studying the distance between herself, and Shatocwnn it was clear that she could reach the varg in only a mere leap. Steadying herself, she was ready to spring, yet was stopped suddenly--at least temporarily, due to the female's words rolling in again. "Do it quick, wolf. Death is the only way I can be with Luka." Demon was shocked, momentarily out of words, but as her senses hastily rose again, the black bitch watched as this female simply closed her glowing orbs, thrust out her chest, and revealed easy access to her throat. It was tempting, yet Demon didn't move an inch; something had caught her eye, something she knew about all too well. "What did you just say...?" Silence. Nothing but sickly silence was a reply to her questioning, Demon grew irate. "Tell me wolf, or you will also die." Yet, this threat was useless. The grin on Shatocwnn's face proved it so. It was twisting Demon in the wrong direction. "I shall ask for nothing else--" The dark pelted femme replied, slowly making her way down cold, and blood-stained steps. "--Do your worse murderer, end my suffering and obliterate my suffering forever..." Demon remained still, squinting at the strange female with an expression of confusion. She noticed with some disdain that this wolf's entire face was covered in recent scars, her left eye was missing; yet, despite this, a few tears still dripped from the empty socket--an eerie sight at that. Demon couldn't help the strange sensation, she was curious. Taking this into paw, a different approach was tried.
"I don't--want to. I want to know why you said the name of my love..." Her words were quiet, as though holding back some surge of rage and sorrow, as though trying to control the uncontrollable. Her auds flicked back, as sharp angered words greeted her calm, and almost friendly response. "Shut up, Demon! Don't you ever say such absurd things again. He would NEVER love a vicious, insane bitch like you!" Demon snarled, letting loose the lust which was growing deeper and stronger as time rolled on. Her mind was made up, she was going to kill this wretched creature--she had enough of her insults, and her broken nature. Yet, something caused her to freeze in her actions, she froze in horror. It was something that almost caused her to faint in disgust.
"Shatocwnn, what is going on? Why are you shouting? Who are you talking to?" Shatocwnn began to shake as she turned toward the quiet, male tone. Yet, it was all too late; Damian was already at her side. Turning slowly back to the black devil opposing her, she saw the expression she had expected--Demon's eyes were spread as wide as her jaw, a true look of disgust at what met her eyes. "What the hell is that--that THING?" That was all the femme could say; her mind was spilling over with thoughts of what this abomination could actually be, and how it became to be here right now. Surprisingly, Shatocwnn too had nothing much else to say. Demon's shock multiplying at the sentence next to follow.
"Good wolf, please don't kill my son!" Shatocwnn could think of nothing more to say--all previous thoughts were obliterated. yet after words were spoken, she suddenly realized that was the worst thing she could have said in this situation. Her panic rose. "Your what--?" snarled Demon, highly shocked by what she was hearing. Why didn't she kill this wretch and get it over with? The question was unanswerable, something held the female alive. Curiosity was the key. "This is--" Shatocwnn paused, "--This is Luka's son." She felt like kicking herself in the face--this was even worse. Yet, Demon remained quiet, her poisoned gaze looking down at this cub, back to the femme, once more at the cub, and then returning to the female. Her skull seemed to be shaking as though she kept saying 'no!' in her mind--and funnily enough, she was. "Markaz and you? A prince and a witch, together? My love and a Sikla mated!" That final thought was all too much for this wolf to bare. The loss of blood from her previous battle, weeks of grief and agony from the death of her mate--it all mounted up, and yet, to top it all off was what this, this tramp! had just told her. Her tortured and insecure mind couldn't handle it anymore--Demon's eyes rolled back into her skull, she fainted.
"Hmm. I think she took that pretty well..." Shatocwnn just shook her head as she watched the creature collapse. Looking upon Damian, she felt like her heart was about to shatter into a million pieces. The poor cub had a look of confusion on his innocent little face--he needed answers, but the cub couldn't even begin to speak, let alone ask questions. "Shatocwnn who is that? What is happening? ...What did you just say?" Shatocwnn sighed, her own answers were clear; his were not to be revealed, not in this lifetime anyway. "Don't worry, Damian. Just do me this one favor--" She paused, watching closely as Damian peered curiously back up at his guardian. "--Look at this femme," Damian's gaze rolled downward. "This is your--"A pause, a sigh, "--mother." Shatocwnn tried to hold back her tears but she couldn't. Still, she knew this would only be a temporary solution. When Damian begins to grow in age, and mind, he would become more developed--he would know the truth one day, Shatocwnn just prayed to her gods that she wouldn't be around to see such a tragedy. "But, But--" Her thoughts broke away, Damian's curiosity rose again. "--Shato, what happened to Tarkah, Phantom and Kadin?" Shatocwnn looked briefly at the remains of her friends, almost forgetting of their existence in this room. She felt no loss with Tarkah; in her mind, her friend had already died a long time again--but she did feel a deep pang of grief when she looked at the others, especially when she thought of Kadin. "They are...in a better place," She sighed, finding it hard to keep her gaze upon the confused young male. "They are experiencing more joy there, then they could have ever found here." Deep down, Shatocwnn knew she was telling the truth about Phantom, and Kadin--but secretly, she prayed to her God, Wolfbane, that Tarkah was in another place--hopefully, face to face with Markaz. Shatocwnn was sure he would be so happy to see her friend once again. Atop of this, an idea began to process in the female's crafty mind--this beast had said that Markaz was her love as well...well, why hadn't Luka ever mentioned his so-called soul mate before? Shatocwnn thought that Luka had only loved her, well and even though he would never admit it, also Cwen. Shatocwnn looked at the wolf for a long time, the unconscious creature breathing in deep, long gasps--her face twisted into a mask of confusion and denial, something which didn't suit that cold, deadly facade of insanity too well. It seemed so easy, Shatocwnn and the rest of the world could be rid of this killer--especially now since she was in such a vulnerable position.
"Damian, go outside for a moment. I have something that I need to do--" Damien frowned, a sharp glitter of disappointment in his gaze. He wanted to stay with his guardian, that was clear. Yet, surprisingly, that innocence rolled into play again--his crystal clear innocence that everyone loved so much. "Shato--I don't want to. I am so confused right now, I can't think straight-- what am I..." Shatocwnn cut her son short, patting his head softly, and stroking where a streak of amber fur would grow in near times. "Hush now--I'll make everything clear to you soon." After a moment of thinking time, regretfully, and with a hint of sulk, the dark cub began to turn toward the exit, pausing by the stairway to turn back to the mother he never knew of. "Okay--maybe then," He paused, scratching and itching like a wild fire, "these bugs will stop biting me!" Sadly, Shatocwnn watched her son disappear up the concrete steps and round the corner. She waited silently, her eyes fixated on the demon before her; waited until she couldn't hear his scratching noises any longer. Slowly, the female turned her empty socket onto the bittersweet seductress, her 'good eye' peered down upon this infamous killer. Without hesitation, she pushed herself onto her paws, and with the light of the flames making that empty socket glow, Shatocwnn crept toward Demon--her claws unsheathed.
Demon's mind was a blur. The blood seemed so reviving, yet so tasteless. For a moment or two, it crossed her mind; was this worth it all? Yet as quick as it appeared, the thought was gone. Destroyed by the pain that shot through her form. Slowly, the black beast rose her head, wincing as that sweet sharpened pain coursed through her mind from her wounded ear. An attempt to rise onto her paws failed--recoiled once again as the long, winding gash across her flanks added another surge of pain to crash through each single nerve in her system. Thinking as straight as one could, she caressed her ebony facade with a blood stained paw, wiping away blood, sweat and tears from where they laid. Grinning with insanity, despite the pain she felt, she viewed her handy-work which lay around her with triumph and glory. For a minute, silence came but as a laugh forced its way out of her lips, it cut itself short. The pain grew stronger, worse in fact. Knowing no different, she settled for her favorite, and most famous phrase of this current spurt, "This is for you, Markaz!" Yet, this glory, this passion of her doings was quickly erased from the setting. Another voice stole her mood, causing the black beast to swing her head toward the speaker, causing a sharp painful snarl to twist over her smile, and the fury to rise once again. There, before her very eyes, was another one of her so-called enemies; another bringer of her madness, another cause of this madness within. This vermin stood in an indifferent pose, atop the stairs of this peculiar cabin--she wasn't too far away. "You have done well, Demon. At last the evil of Tarkah is eradicated..." Demon was silent, taking in the words as best she could, this vicious pain slowly draining away to the back of her mind.
"Ah, I see I get to add another wench to my death list for the day!" Studying the distance between herself, and Shatocwnn it was clear that she could reach the varg in only a mere leap. Steadying herself, she was ready to spring, yet was stopped suddenly--at least temporarily, due to the female's words rolling in again. "Do it quick, wolf. Death is the only way I can be with Luka." Demon was shocked, momentarily out of words, but as her senses hastily rose again, the black bitch watched as this female simply closed her glowing orbs, thrust out her chest, and revealed easy access to her throat. It was tempting, yet Demon didn't move an inch; something had caught her eye, something she knew about all too well. "What did you just say...?" Silence. Nothing but sickly silence was a reply to her questioning, Demon grew irate. "Tell me wolf, or you will also die." Yet, this threat was useless. The grin on Shatocwnn's face proved it so. It was twisting Demon in the wrong direction. "I shall ask for nothing else--" The dark pelted femme replied, slowly making her way down cold, and blood-stained steps. "--Do your worse murderer, end my suffering and obliterate my suffering forever..." Demon remained still, squinting at the strange female with an expression of confusion. She noticed with some disdain that this wolf's entire face was covered in recent scars, her left eye was missing; yet, despite this, a few tears still dripped from the empty socket--an eerie sight at that. Demon couldn't help the strange sensation, she was curious. Taking this into paw, a different approach was tried.
"I don't--want to. I want to know why you said the name of my love..." Her words were quiet, as though holding back some surge of rage and sorrow, as though trying to control the uncontrollable. Her auds flicked back, as sharp angered words greeted her calm, and almost friendly response. "Shut up, Demon! Don't you ever say such absurd things again. He would NEVER love a vicious, insane bitch like you!" Demon snarled, letting loose the lust which was growing deeper and stronger as time rolled on. Her mind was made up, she was going to kill this wretched creature--she had enough of her insults, and her broken nature. Yet, something caused her to freeze in her actions, she froze in horror. It was something that almost caused her to faint in disgust.
"Shatocwnn, what is going on? Why are you shouting? Who are you talking to?" Shatocwnn began to shake as she turned toward the quiet, male tone. Yet, it was all too late; Damian was already at her side. Turning slowly back to the black devil opposing her, she saw the expression she had expected--Demon's eyes were spread as wide as her jaw, a true look of disgust at what met her eyes. "What the hell is that--that THING?" That was all the femme could say; her mind was spilling over with thoughts of what this abomination could actually be, and how it became to be here right now. Surprisingly, Shatocwnn too had nothing much else to say. Demon's shock multiplying at the sentence next to follow.
"Good wolf, please don't kill my son!" Shatocwnn could think of nothing more to say--all previous thoughts were obliterated. yet after words were spoken, she suddenly realized that was the worst thing she could have said in this situation. Her panic rose. "Your what--?" snarled Demon, highly shocked by what she was hearing. Why didn't she kill this wretch and get it over with? The question was unanswerable, something held the female alive. Curiosity was the key. "This is--" Shatocwnn paused, "--This is Luka's son." She felt like kicking herself in the face--this was even worse. Yet, Demon remained quiet, her poisoned gaze looking down at this cub, back to the femme, once more at the cub, and then returning to the female. Her skull seemed to be shaking as though she kept saying 'no!' in her mind--and funnily enough, she was. "Markaz and you? A prince and a witch, together? My love and a Sikla mated!" That final thought was all too much for this wolf to bare. The loss of blood from her previous battle, weeks of grief and agony from the death of her mate--it all mounted up, and yet, to top it all off was what this, this tramp! had just told her. Her tortured and insecure mind couldn't handle it anymore--Demon's eyes rolled back into her skull, she fainted.
"Hmm. I think she took that pretty well..." Shatocwnn just shook her head as she watched the creature collapse. Looking upon Damian, she felt like her heart was about to shatter into a million pieces. The poor cub had a look of confusion on his innocent little face--he needed answers, but the cub couldn't even begin to speak, let alone ask questions. "Shatocwnn who is that? What is happening? ...What did you just say?" Shatocwnn sighed, her own answers were clear; his were not to be revealed, not in this lifetime anyway. "Don't worry, Damian. Just do me this one favor--" She paused, watching closely as Damian peered curiously back up at his guardian. "--Look at this femme," Damian's gaze rolled downward. "This is your--"A pause, a sigh, "--mother." Shatocwnn tried to hold back her tears but she couldn't. Still, she knew this would only be a temporary solution. When Damian begins to grow in age, and mind, he would become more developed--he would know the truth one day, Shatocwnn just prayed to her gods that she wouldn't be around to see such a tragedy. "But, But--" Her thoughts broke away, Damian's curiosity rose again. "--Shato, what happened to Tarkah, Phantom and Kadin?" Shatocwnn looked briefly at the remains of her friends, almost forgetting of their existence in this room. She felt no loss with Tarkah; in her mind, her friend had already died a long time again--but she did feel a deep pang of grief when she looked at the others, especially when she thought of Kadin. "They are...in a better place," She sighed, finding it hard to keep her gaze upon the confused young male. "They are experiencing more joy there, then they could have ever found here." Deep down, Shatocwnn knew she was telling the truth about Phantom, and Kadin--but secretly, she prayed to her God, Wolfbane, that Tarkah was in another place--hopefully, face to face with Markaz. Shatocwnn was sure he would be so happy to see her friend once again. Atop of this, an idea began to process in the female's crafty mind--this beast had said that Markaz was her love as well...well, why hadn't Luka ever mentioned his so-called soul mate before? Shatocwnn thought that Luka had only loved her, well and even though he would never admit it, also Cwen. Shatocwnn looked at the wolf for a long time, the unconscious creature breathing in deep, long gasps--her face twisted into a mask of confusion and denial, something which didn't suit that cold, deadly facade of insanity too well. It seemed so easy, Shatocwnn and the rest of the world could be rid of this killer--especially now since she was in such a vulnerable position.
"Damian, go outside for a moment. I have something that I need to do--" Damien frowned, a sharp glitter of disappointment in his gaze. He wanted to stay with his guardian, that was clear. Yet, surprisingly, that innocence rolled into play again--his crystal clear innocence that everyone loved so much. "Shato--I don't want to. I am so confused right now, I can't think straight-- what am I..." Shatocwnn cut her son short, patting his head softly, and stroking where a streak of amber fur would grow in near times. "Hush now--I'll make everything clear to you soon." After a moment of thinking time, regretfully, and with a hint of sulk, the dark cub began to turn toward the exit, pausing by the stairway to turn back to the mother he never knew of. "Okay--maybe then," He paused, scratching and itching like a wild fire, "these bugs will stop biting me!" Sadly, Shatocwnn watched her son disappear up the concrete steps and round the corner. She waited silently, her eyes fixated on the demon before her; waited until she couldn't hear his scratching noises any longer. Slowly, the female turned her empty socket onto the bittersweet seductress, her 'good eye' peered down upon this infamous killer. Without hesitation, she pushed herself onto her paws, and with the light of the flames making that empty socket glow, Shatocwnn crept toward Demon--her claws unsheathed.
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