MY POISON IS YOUR REMEDY [DIGG] Aug 19, 2014 21:24:54 GMT -5
Post by Willow Faye on Aug 19, 2014 21:24:54 GMT -5
"Papa?" She wrinkled her nose, foreign scents filling her nostrils with in the otherwise homey aromas of the Sewer town. She knew that smell all too well... it was a smell of carnage and death. A small female jumped in front of her, sneering and stopping Willow in her tracks.
"He's busy." She hissed, eyebrows quirked in her over confident expression. Willow looked down on the unhealthy but somehow sensually curvaceous Carna Inquisitor, knowing well that she had out grown Manic's finest servant in size and in intellect. "I did not request this information of you, Nana." Willow hissed back, eyes cold and bright green, glowing in the dark of the tunnels. Her words were polite enough, but the smack behind those words was enough to make Eris snarl. Her form twisted and grew into the lithe and deathly quick shape of a cheetah, leaping towards Willow. Willow did not flinch and did not shift, but instead leaned forward and grabbed the large cat around its neck mid-air, whipping Eris's deflected body into the wall. The tunnels echoed with the satisfying snap of bones and the yowl of Eris's pain. She shifted back, looking especially small as she crumpled against the earth in her human form. They'd truly created quite the monster with Willow, with all the years of torture and training. But no amount of nurture over nature could change the flinch of compassion in her round, emerald eyes. "Are you alright now, Nana?" She looked down but did not move.
Eris yelped and whined in her pain, using her words to bite out at Willow. "I am no Nana of yours, pet." She spat. "You are all alone here, haven't you figured that out?"
Willow tilted her head sincerely. "That is silly. I have you, Nana. And Papa. And all the Carna are my family."
"You're the only one here who doesn't know! Idiot! Have you never wondered about your mother?"
Willow's eyes teared up. "My Papa loved my mother. She was the most beautiful Carna Alphess there ever was, and he put her above everyone else. She died a valiant death for you and for me, and for our people against the dreaded Fallen ring. We will avenge her." Willow growled, tears her in eyes.
"You sheltered spawn. Your mother was the Fallen ring Alpha! And WE killed her! It was all your fault too... It could have been avoided."
"That is not true... You are just angry." Willow's body shook with potential for sobs from with in. Eris's eyes softened ever slightly as she stood up. Having been the only female to look after this Whelp all her years, she could not help but feel just slight warmth for her.
"It is truer than anything you have been told." The spite left her voice and she looked the young girl up and down. She was the exact image of the Fallen Alpha, Skye... Other than the bright green eyes, they were almost exact. Willow's sadness and fear morphed into anger, much as she'd been taught to do, and she screamed so loud that it traveled through every crevice of every hallway, throwing all her energy into pushing Eris against the wall.
Eyes blinded with tears and mind blurred with fury, her assault upon another Carna proved sinful at the very least. She heard more snaps, screams, and cries, but threw punch after punch, crushing the woman into the wall before she heard a mightier roar than any sound capable among their people.
"Papa..." She squeaked, hearing the roar much closer this time, and looking down that hallway and back down at Eris, shriveled on the earth in a bloodied mess, Manic's one true servant and, as she could only assume, partner in other ways as well. He will know... I am as good as dead. Her paws hit the earth in a mad dash for what felt like her life, fleeing the Sewer town with her thoughts spinning. Who am I? She never gave up speed, and her run lasted on through the sun set, which blinded her in many ways. It was dark when she arrived at the park... For as much as she knew, she had never left the Carna ring borders in her life. She rarely got to leave Sewertown, and so the cover of the night was more comforting than anything else.
She collapsed against the ground in exhaustion, shifting into her human self to catch her breath, which seemed impossible in between her cries. When she was able to settle herself down and listen for threats, she brought herself to her feet and prowled around the perimeter, smelling her surroundings and taking it all in. She could smell another being near-by, and for the next twenty minutes, she breathed in carefully and visualize the warmth of the living body she could sense near by. At last, a twig snapped in the woods just beside her, and she leaped with an impressive speed up to the form that created the noise, swinging a leg beneath the form's legs to trip it to the ground and jumping directly on top of it, strong hands at the throat. Her raven hair fell over each shoulder into the face of the stranger, of which her hands so tightly and knowingly strangled. Her glowing green eyes followed the lines of her hair to his face, and immediately her grip lessened in strength, her expression softening and her muscles relaxing just ever so slightly. "Sir?" She said politely, in her young and endearing voice, head tilted charmingly to one side in genuine confusion. What was this beautiful creature, and why did she feel she knew it?