[M] [P] Alone, I break.

Lucia Cabriel · 07-28-2010, 07:59 PM

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WC: 1,038
Set at the mansion.
MATURE!

Pain rose and fell inside the obsidian female. It was like some vast ocean that ran deeper than any eye could see; blood staining the surface like some strange fog atop dark waters. In each rise and fall lay breaths, but each breath rang out with a sharp sting, flooded with fury and sorrow, a strange, twisted combination of opposites that clashed to form a perfect hurricane of madness. In such madness, Lucia was fighting her ocean, swimming and searching for something to hold onto, or she would surely drown. Her struggle, an ongoing battle, was fought day and night, drifting aimlessly between sanity and madness. Ghostly faces of whom she did not recognise screaming at her inside the corridors of her mind, voices of those she had slain in the past – they tormented her, and though she blamed it constantly on the drugs and the booze, there was something more sinister at work, and she was certain Daisuke knew about it. Fighting off the insanity was a full-time job – it was done in vain, and she choked on the tightening chains as she tried to pull away. All this, however, was a metaphor for what she was dealing with, and that put it all into perspective. This woman, whom had thought solace, would be found in the grounds of Inferni, was suffering with the fundamental arguments of which every creature must at some point, and that was the problem, she had no reason for it. Searching for it meant crossroads, and those meant the constant battle between sanity and madness, and that, in all honesty, was the hardest one to cross.

The rain had not let up for days now; a vain attempt to hydrate the land, as the trees still appeared to sweat and though the earth would sink, it did not bring freshness to the soul. This downpour, like all the rest, had been on and off with its weight – sometimes quiet, sometimes hard. Yet to Lucia, it was welcomed like fresh blood on her hands; she just wished that the growls of thunder would commence. That would have made this morning complete. Morning, a strange concept for this female to acknowledge, for above all things, she thrived off her nocturnal quirk. She rarely slept in the hours of night, and if she did, it was never for long, and simply down to exhaustion. She was plagued by nightmares, visions – memories she couldn’t remember doing, and thus, she stayed awake. They disappeared in the daytime, but this time, however, she couldn’t seem to rest.

Her body, drenched by the rain. She had been walking for days now, beaten and bruised by Daisuke, and though she had been cleaned up, every bruise still burned and the fresh wound on her shoulder (his brand, as it were) seemed to scream at her. It taunted her like her mind, and that, more than anything, would surely drive her mad. Oh God, she wanted a drink. Ungroomed, she still had her natural beauty – her shimmering midnight fur, and her malachite coals. Even her scars seemed beautiful today; perhaps it was the weather, but it did not matter. Lucia still felt terrible, and all she longed for right now was her lover – and a stiff drink from a poisonous bottle. She was becoming an alcoholic, and in all honesty, she just didn’t care.

Treading carefully through the shrubbery and trees, Lucia’s eyes fell upon the red brick of the mansion. It seemed fitting really, that she ended up here. It was creepy in appearance, almost desolate. There was no sign of life, and that, in her mind, described her just as well. Snarling under her breath, she felt it was time to give away her stubborn thoughts and seek the dryness of the building. Grasping the strap of her tattered rucksack a little tighter, each foot stepped slowly – one in front of the other – she couldn’t get Daisuke off her mind; there would be hell to pay if she ever found him again. Her shoulder throbbing at the very thought of him; what had he done to her? Why couldn’t she remember things? She frowned to herself, reaching the doorway with silence gratitude. Pushing it open, the hinges creaked and groaned. It was dark, the place littered with cobwebs and the smell of damp wood. Cringing slightly, the Inferni Outsider stepped into the sanctuary without so much as a care in the world. She had little hope right now, little in the way of confidence. Daisuke had seen to that, and she would be damned if she left the grounds of Inferni for a while.

Dodging the obstacles in her way, the myriad forms of what could have once been furniture or weaponry, Lucia eventually came across the lounge. Seeing a candle by the dusty fireplace, a small smile crawled onto her face. It didn’t last long, however. The split in her lip yelled at her in agony, and with a screw up of her features, she returned to a blank canvass. It was only her hatred that seemed to grow, and with an angry snarl, she slung her rucksack to the floor. Sitting beside it, legs crossed, the ebony female quickly sought out her lighter and a packet of cigarettes. Placing one between her lips, a muffled sigh escaped her throat. Clicking the flint, a flame leaped up and licked the wick of the candle. A small glimmer of light danced in the room, giving way to sight.

Torn up sofas and raided cupboards met viridian eyes. Rolling them, she tutted – disappointed that there seemed to be nothing decent for the taking. Arching her neck slowly down, Lucia lit her cigarette with the candle’s flame and placed both, the cigarettes and lighter beside her. With one more glance around her, Lucia threw herself to the floor. Back against the floorboards, eyes to the ceiling. Smoke wafted from her nostrils, and her breathing a steady rhythm. She was worn out, worn down – she was losing it. Any sort of pick-me-up would be a godsend, and though she had looked, nobody seemed interested. After all, she was an Inferni wolf, and that, above all else, was her biggest sin it appeared.

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