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The dull silvery light from the moon, which just completed its full phase, shone down upon the mansion and its guest house, bathing the area in a dim light. There were no windows to be found within the guesthouse around the back of the mansion, for the guesthouse was completely pitch black, and the air circulation poor. It wasn't a very humid nor heated night, although the hybrid found herself tossing and turning uncomfortably in the room she chose to slumber within, longing for a breeze to filter through the crack of her door, or to feel any relieving cool waft of air to come her way. Breaking out into a sweat, the Shepherd looking woman mumbled, twisted, and twitched in her sleep.
It was then that Talitha woke up, screaming. Broke out in a cold sweat, she fumbled out of her bed, nearly falling to her knees. It was pitch black in her room, and she wailed and gasped, attempting to compose herself. Her heart beat like thunder in her chest. There was nothing she could see to grab onto for support to lift her, so she crawled to the direction she assumed was the door, and lifted herself up by the door handle. Her legs shook, weakened, but she had to get out of this goddamned stuffy guesthouse before she'd truly suffocate. Stumbling down the hall, keeping her wall as her guide, she was able to locate the front door and pretty much leaned against it to stumble out. A burst of cool air enveloped her, as she dropped to her knees at the entrance, with her head down. The hybrid still trembled, and there was a moist concentration of tears that gathered at the corners of her eyes.
Nightmares.
WC: 790.
Sorry about the epic wait 
Ebony stalked the night; heavy paws carrying a muscular female through the woodland surrounding Inferni’s mansion. She had been here once before with Cotl. They had shared stories, drugs, and tattooing skills. Lucia smiled to herself – a good day. She didn’t have many, but when she did, they were amazing. That day had been no different, and she prayed another day like that would come around sooner rather than later.
She winded between the trees like a snake in rainforest topiary, clambering over logs with ease and slivering through the damp earth from the recent rain without a care in the world. She was beginning to feel safe being behind enemy lines. Even though she was a member of Inferni now, she had never truly felt safe behind their borders. After all, she was a wolf, and that would never sit well with some of the members. No doubt one day they would get her whilst she strolled about on her own; it was just a matter of time.
Glancing upward with her poisonous green coals, the obsidian female admired the moon. It was pregnant tonight, as full as can be. As it lingered above the mansion, a limited amount of cloud cover spread sparsely across the blanket of stars, the aura it sent out made the woodland look creepy. It painted the mansion, and its sheds and guesthouses, with a light silver glow. Lucia’s eyes lapped up the scenery; it sent comfort into her heart. Anything that seemed odd, discomforting, or disgusting to others – Lucia loved it. She was just that way inclined; always had been, probably always would be.
Reaching the outskirts of the mansion, Lucia’s attention turned back to the doorway in which she had gone through once upon a time. She had sought shelter from a rainstorm, shortly after her injuries from Daisuke. Now, however, she had little care for the inside of the building. She just liked the walk – it exercised her muscles, and it made her shoulder function better, since the scar had been placed on it by Daisuke. She supposed that was why she appeared in her Lupus form tonight, and not her usual Optime. It made her shoulder ache less, and as such, had decided to nurse the muscles around the scar on this rather beautiful night.
It was then, whilst she remained lost in her thoughts, a scream ripped through the picturesque midnight scenery. A few birds took flight, but other than the rustle of trees, no other sounds came to the auds of the Inferni Outsider. She frowned, her hackles rising defensively. It was unclear why anyone would scream behind Inferni borders – she doubted it was an attack between two members. That was unacceptable. Maybe someone had snuck past the borderlines, had tried to rape one of the other female members... Lucia’s heart raced, adrenaline pulsing through her veins quicker than her blood could flow. Pushing forward, muscles tense, though her shoulder aching with the concerned rage in her step, Lucia’s toxic green eyes fell over the guest house.
The scream had apparently come from there. Her lips curled back, revealing her canines and allowing them to glow in the moonlight. She looked almost ghostly; blended in with the shadows of the night, yet glowing with a shimmer of green and white. She figured that from a distance, all anyone would see would be her eyes and teeth, but that didn’t bother her for now. She just wanted to make sure that whoever lived in this windowless building was alright. After all, coyote or not, Lucia was a member nonetheless, and her duty was to protect fellow members – it was irrelevant whether they would do the same for her, Lucia just followed her orders and tried to keep her head down.
Reaching the beginnings of the guest house, the ebony female looked around cautiously. The doorway was open, but there seemed to be nobody in sight. Perhaps they had turned tail and ran off, but Lucia’s nose detected someone, another member nearby. Lifting her maw, a snarl still smothering her lips, she spoke into the nothingness before her, trying to discover if the owner of the scream only moments ago still lingered here. “Anyone there?” She paused, her hackles now in full stance, and her body ready to launch if she needed to. Lucia was a keen fighter, though she much preferred to fight with knives in her Optime form. She guessed, either way, she had the advantage. She was more prepared, and thus, would gain the extra points to win. That was just the way it was, and she hoped, for whatever reason, a fight would ensue with someone – just not an Inferni member.
“Who screamed? Are you alright?”
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Palms pressing firmly into the ground, her eyes shut as tightly as they could, squeezing out the excess moisture that formed at the corners of her eyes. In turn, they transformed into saltine lone tears that were quickly absorbed into the fur by the corner of her crimson eyes before they were able to run down her cheeks. Hearing her raging heart in her ears, the slightly cooled atmosphere of the evening was heaved down her esophagus and billowed into her lungs, inhaling as much as possible in order to calm her frayed nerves down, but the quicker and the more intense she attempted, it didn't seem to work as much as therapists with anxiety would say it would. Spasms of chills burst down the length of her spine, raising every guard hair along the exterior of her arms, her legs, her back.
Night terrors. They plagued her at spontaneous intervals. Sleep was frequent in Talitha's world and usually a dead space of black oblivion, but there were certain nights to where her darker subconscious lurking in the shadows of her mind would come out during these hours, taking its finger to swirl about a chemistry of chemicals that would create a nightmare so ground shaking. The dark phantom that invaded her dreams cursed them for quite sometime now, and every reoccurring dream, there was no escape from the balmy breeze nor the profound crash of the waves of the ocean within them. Every nightmare held a theme to it, and the dark phantom always changed its preferred method of hunting Talitha. Sometimes it would run on six legs, sometimes no legs at all, sometimes it would swim through the air with a large, evil fin, sometimes it would snake through the grasses like a constrictor ready to strike.
Wiping a strand of her chocolate hair that was uncomfortably matted away from the crook of her neck, there was a heavy sigh given as she rose to her legs then. Talitha did not want to stand, but didn't want to remain crouched down at the entryway of the guest house either. Her eyes, which were stinging due to the way she was jolted from a deep stage of sleep so quickly, squinted toward the fullness of the moon. It's silvery light comforted her, as she took a moment to where she inhaled the night air around the guest house, further calming herself more.
Then, her heart beat leapt at the cords of their arteries, and the pace of which spiked considerably.
From that shadows approached a figure that blended in perfectly, down on all fours. Black as the midnight, black as the shadows, black as the stagnant oblivion of her sleep. All that registered in that moment was the sheer hue of black, and what later appeared in a dull gleam in the background was a pair of emerald eyes, and a revealing of flashing white points that could only be denoted as fangs. There were words to come from the dark figure that approached, and even while there was a stark contrast between gold and green, Talitha didn't see it. Talitha didn't even process what the dark figure even said, for her mind was too wrapped around the axle to pay attention to the details that would distinguish between an ally and pure enemy. She was stuck on the black form, stuck on the nightmare that still reoccurred, and it was beginning to be evident that this wasn't reality after all, that the dream was still in motion of itself.
The dark phantom was here, alive again before her, and this time it changed forms. Down on fours, and adapting green eyes, and a feminine voice. The nightmare was still playing, still on cue. Talitha stumbled back into the frame of the doorway, eyes wide. She knew the guesthouse was behind her, and there were only a number of rooms in there before the phantom was able to bust down a door or simply materialize through it. She didn't have any options, but out tricking it with running might be one. Turning swiftly on her heels, there was not a word said to the phantom before her, as she dashed back in the guesthouse, with the darkness engulfing her. She was making a beeline right for the room in which she resided in, to where she would fumble right in, and slam the door behind.
WC: 1239. I fail... :[ another apology for the wait <3
Lucia watched, stunned by the behaviour of this Inferni female in front of her. She could see the tears lining her eyes, the stress across her face – something had terrified her, but from the scent in the air, and the lack of followers behind her, it was clear that she was on her own. Lucia couldn’t make sense of it, she would have to ask – but for now, she would tread cautiously, quietly. She would remain careful around this distressed coyote, for it was obvious that she wasn’t in her right mind (though it was apparent not many of the Inferni coyotes were lately).
The beige-furred woman was hyperventilating, her muscles breaking into violent spasms right before Lucia’s toxic green eyes. It reminded the ebony wolf of herself; how she had reacted to being attacked by Daisuke in the wastes. She frowned to herself, a low growl escaping her maw at the thought of her lover’s stalker. Oh, how he made her sick – he made her angry. The hatred was pure, and whoever had scared the female in front of her – she hated them too.
With her hackles erected, the coyote seemed much bigger than she actually was. This, though mildly disturbing, didn’t seem to bother the obsidian wolf. Lucia still pushed forward, slowly making her way toward her. She wanted to help her, befriend her – it seemed they shared a similar affliction. Lucia could aid her, she figured – make it easier for whatever demon this female fought with to disappear. Lucia had her own demons, some of which she couldn’t even get to – and so, experience was key, and she had plenty.
Pausing a few yards away, the Inferni outsider felt herself drift into her thoughts. She winded through the corridors of her mind, taking in the doors that hung off their hinges. Her mind was like a desolate city, rubbish littering the streets, broken down houses, boarded up doors – even doors that seemed to shake in the wind, maybe a monster waiting behind them. That was her mind, that was her abyss in which she lived in – it haunted her, ate her alive, but she would deal. She always had done, she always would do, unless of course, the monsters got out – then she would crash and burn, tearing down the whole damn city with her. That was inevitable. That was fate.
Lucia felt she would remain here, in her dark place, alone – but the movements made by the Praeses drew her back into reality. Staring blankly, a look of confusion on her mouth, the ebony wolf watched her remove the hair from her face, stand up straight and sigh heavily. Tilting her head, she wondered what she could possibly say to this female, what she could do to make it better – but there was nothing. She couldn’t think of a single thing, thus decided to take things as they came. Beginning to walk again, Lucia watched her admire the pregnant moon – it was a beautiful night, a great night for a stroll, but this was not what the ebony prowler had expected. It was not something that she expected, but as events had taught her lately, things never went as planned. They would bite her in the ass, knock her on her back, rape her thoughts, and then after letting her go free for a breath of fresh air, do it all over again. Oh, how she hated her life – this life. It would end eventually, that thought alone kept her going. That and the fact that, maybe, one day she would see her lover again, would share their moments together like before... He was her sanctuary... even if his walls were high, and his doors sealed tight. She would open them eventually; she would find her safe place. Or at least, that was the hope anyway.
Her heart skipped, almost jumped through her ribcage. Lucia, having been so far away in her thoughts of the coyote soldier, had not watched her footing. Stepping on a twig, the coyote had caught wind of her presence. She had startled her. For a moment or two, their gazes connected – Lucia watched her intently, trying to work out her movements. She hadn’t meant to disturb the female as badly as this, she just wanted to help – but the expression on the female’s maw said otherwise. She was scared of something, of her... but why? They were the same clan, they were practically family anyway, so why be frightened? She knew that being a wolf in Inferni had its downside, but she had never seen this reaction before. It was a little extreme, surely. Nobody needed to act like this around her, well... nobody except Daisuke anyway.
It was in that moment, when her attacker flew into her vision, causing her blood to boil, that the coyote woman turned her back on the predator. Squinting her gaze, coals now the size of needles, painted in a malachite hue, Lucia frowned again. She couldn’t understand this reaction, couldn’t figure out why she was so scary. They had the same scent, had the same leaders – hell, Lucia was even a lower rank than the female in front of her, so why? Why be like this... it made no sense.
Still pressing forward, heavy paws crushing the dirt and shrubbery beneath her, Lucia’s gaze took it all in as the Praeses seemed to stumble back into the guesthouse. Her eyes were the size of saucers, wide with fear – oh, how she wished it was Daisuke there instead, how she wished to tear his heart out and feed it to him – Snake laughing along with her in the background. The chances were unlikely, but she could dream; she could imagine. And she did – it got her by, it made her sanity remain mostly intact. She needed all the sanity she could get these days, and apparently, so did the coyote female who she had crossed paths with tonight.
The fleeing female disappeared into the building, and Lucia followed. She had to see if she could help her – she couldn’t leave her like this. Coyote or not, she was part of the pack, and Lucia would obey the rules as best she could. It concerned her – seeing almost a reflection of herself in another. It disturbed her, worried her – confused her. Did they have the same afflictions? Did the same demons haunt them? Could she really help her? The questions whizzed through her head, her pace quickened, worried that the female might attempt to do something stupid. Reaching the guest house, she entered the doorway quietly, eyes travelling over each doorway, each item that littered the corridor. She snarled quietly under her breath, a strange aura in the air. She could sense the female in front of her; the door shut – narrowing her gaze, trying to get a better understanding of the surroundings, Lucia stood at the doorway, and pressed an aud against the wood. Listening silently, she could just about hear the movements of the terrified woman. She sighed heavily, and parted her lips. Speaking quietly, carefully, she voiced her concerns. Hoping for a good response, a good reaction, she waited patiently – giving this anxious female all the respect she deserved.
“Are you okay? What’s the matter...? Let me help you. I’m in this pack, my lover is the Hydra, Snake... check if you don’t believe me... My name is Lucia. I’m a friend!”
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Sorry for my wait! 5+ Table by Lou!
In this fleeting moment, there were so many instant connections that could have been made between the two. Talitha would have been granted liberty of confiding within someone who shared her nightmares, shared her pain. It was but another typical symptom of a recovering rape victim to feel like they were in this terrible life alone with their burdens of the past, which somehow made their ways into the present as easily as if it had happened hours earlier. Talitha didn't believe the past was really dead, that of course was all shit to her. Nobody could convince her otherwise the past was long gone and everyday was a new day to start over, because in her heart she knew there were real demons that manifested in this world, and it would take this night alone to prove that they somehow crossed the barrier of nightmares and reality. To know that this woman, and not a demon nor a man, was attempting to help her ailments, Talitha would have thought of it rather silly to be running away from a very own tribe member, let alone an individual who was the lowest rank obtained within Inferni itself. She didn't know this, however, and it was her delerium that was mistaking a friend about to be under fire from the hybrid.
Talitha wasn't stupid, she knew she wasn't, not after she knew she woke up from her nightmare. She could hear the thunder of her heart full in her unusually large ears, could feel her heart banging against the strong bone of her chest, could feel her veins running with ice cold blood, feeling tremors, feeling the atmosphere of the room, of the door against her, feeling everything a person would in the material world. This was the real world before her, and that sadistic bastard found some supernatural portal in order to cross through and continue to chase her. Goddammit! The hybrid cursed herself, leaning against the frame of the door as she could then feel herself to grow uncomfortable once again in the stuffy little room that didn't have ventilation to it for clean, fresh air. In death, it seemed he had grown smarter, became more menacing than he was when he was alive. Killing him off in the physical world didn't mean anything anymore, it only gave him what he wanted in the afterlife; supernatural means to haunt her for the rest of her life. Why couldn't her father kept him alive, and tortured the bastard for the rest of his days? Why hadn't Inferni inflicted the same type of physical and mental abuse upon him until he grew old of age, and even then, Inferni still could have tortured him until his dying day. Sadistic thoughts of her own were rampant, as she tried to think of step two in this process. Talitha was alone in this dark room once again, and her options were slim to none on escaping anywhere else except underneath the mattress of the bed, but of course that was only another inviting means to come and get her.
Suddenly her eyes widened, and both of her hands slapped over her mouth to suppress a whine as she heard a muffled voice at the other end of the door. He was there in an instant, on the other side. Her panic flared, blocking out the woman's voice and the important elements of her explanation (and her voice sounded muffled behind the door, despite Talitha's rather ridiculous sense of hearing with her large ears). All she heard of was in this pack, Snake, Lucia, and I'm a friend! He was a clever one in death, adapting to the entity of a female she-wolf from the dark. She wasn't about to be tricked so easily, however she didn't really have that many options to work with in this damned room of hers. It was she then began fumbling about in the dark, hands swiping at anything against the wall or in front of her to use. There was nothing but stuffy air to grasp out to until her fingers landed upon a slender object, running her hand along the width and blindly feeling what it was.
It was wood, some sort of plank or piece of furniture broken off from the legs of a chair or miniature table. It was long enough to grasp as an appendage to use, and Talitha took hold of it as her only means of survival at this point. She figured that if she was trapped in this uncomfortable guest room, she wasn't about to surrender her soul to the paranormal without a fight first. Breathing profoundly, she was breathing deeply to prepare herself to open the door. Who knew if this was about to work even, but she would die trying. Finding herself back to the door again, her hand snaked up to the hinge when she rested her hand. There was a long pause, closing her eyes tightly and mustering up all the courage she could to do this. This is the only way, and if he takes me, at least he'll take me swinging. Dad, Mom, Ezekiel, I wish I can say I love you to you right now. At the last minute, she swung the door open. With the wooden appendage shaking wildly in her grasp, there was a snarl to erupt from her. "The fuck you are!" Talitha screamed, beginning to swing the wooded weapon blindly at the dark, hoping to beat his wicked grin into his head.
