ooc: come save herrrr

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The sun was setting.

She paced the border, and there was a pain within her - A throbbing behind her eyes and a tightness in her lungs that made it difficult to inhale. Tremors of fear pulsed through the silver songbird, making her shiver, making her gasp. The intensity of the feeling had been growing over the past week, and China had hidden from her sisters and her nearby brother, not wanting them to see the erosion within her. Something was wrong, deep inside; She could feel it with every heartbeat.

The sun died in splendor, its deep red blood oozing across the horizon in a hue to familiar, a hue she craved. The desperation stabbed hard, a peak of adrenaline in hollow, overly-thin frame; bones rattled in gossamer silk, purest silver bloodied by the burst of the sunset.

Then she was running. Through the laughing skulls and their gaping eye-holes, judging and condemning. The shadows were at her heels, and each one was her uncle, craving the blood held cold within her. There was no breath to scream, only the frenzied footsteps that were her own - Two feet rather than four, as palm scrambled up stone, slicing themselves on ragged edges. Her fingers were sticky, but the girl was blind in her terror - She moved without moving, a phantom as night crashed around her. Everything was wrong, and she was so afraid - so, so afraid.

Trees blurred past, and their gnarled claws tore at her fragile skin. The reed pipe and accompanying bandage were torn away, revealing the neat scar beneath, but she did not stop - Fettered by the fear, the songbird ran on, her wings crippled by the darkness within.

Each breath was agony. At last, she could run no longer - Exhaustion gripped the frail beauty mercilessly, and if brought her down hard. There was a stabbing pain in her left ankle, before the ground rushed to meet the wounded Fae. A sharp crack, and her skull bounced once - Blackness.

Silence.

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Perhaps it had been a while, or perhaps it had been no time at all. Lashes fluttered, breaking the porcelain stillness of the doll's pure features. The quiet within her head was cold and dead as the bird lay pale, moonlight coming to surrender her form to that of the shadow with flat ruby eyes.

For a moment, there was relief. A strange absence from body, as if the mind had been thrown in the fall and lingered now just beyond perception of pain, terror, danger. All thing that sought to steal swing song and wondrous beauty. She was a fragile thing, flawed by a frailty within light hollow bones and light mentality. Once, Lapis Lazuli had been clear and cool. When now they looked upon his face they were clouded, and the pain returned.

Of course it was he. Watching her ooze with such blank expression - The cool touch of fingertips that teased through soft charcoal and gentle silver. He had come for her; Perhaps he had come to kill her? Traitor. Such seductive tone whispered through her mind to brand him again, as perhaps it always would. Breath shuddered through the girl's skinny frame, a spasm made her tongue thick and heavy, and she gurgled slightly, panicked, before regain the use of airways.

A trickle of blood from a cut above her brow ran in a gentle rivulet, so precious a color turned dark ebony by the lack of sun's rays to color it. "Nggh-" Sounds choked in her throat, and the girl's body still seemed disconnected, unresponsive to the commands that rattled brain sent. A dull ache trembled up her left leg, letting her know that she was still alive. "- hurts," Came the strained moan, barely a hoarse whisper from clenched maw. Everything hurt, and she wanted to cry, but no moisture came.

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The familiarity about him had faded - Itachi was older now, older all over. She could see the age in his eyes, bottomless ruby, tarnished forever by the blood of sins he had committed and had yet to commit. Perhaps it was a curse he suffered, but what then of her fate? Was she doomed to seek him in the opens skies, until her body wasted clean away?

The hesitant touch temporarily made her stiffen, but he was not Samael, and she had welcomed his touch once. Needy, she would again. The pain made it so. Arms enveloped the crumpled angel, and listless, she allowed herself to be so gently held in limbs that new slaughter and cruelty. She was at his mercy, but hadn't she always been? The girl had spun her web about him, and now they were snared together in it. He wouldn't hurt her, not right now. There wasn't anything left of her that had not already been hurt.

The warmth of that deceptively pure pelt seeped into her, venomous. Drugged by him, she felt the shock recede enough to allow the gathering of tears, glittering jewels that slid down her cheek in a parody of the trickle of blood. "Everywhere," Came the wavering voice, as head tried to bury itself into plush gold. The night was all around her, but he was a creature crafted from its shadows, and he could protect her from the fear.

Childish in her terror and pain, the girl whimpered, slight movements causing a shooting pain from her left ankle. "Take me home," She moaned pitifully, not wanting to be seen by that hateful moon any longer. There was no set destination in her mind, but home sounded like such a safe place, and she wanted to be there immediately.

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His apparent hesitance to hold her was defeated by the girl's pathetic insistence that his warmth be offered. Youthful but lean muscles took her meager weight, unhealthily alike that of her bird of comparison. Wanting to hide from this horrible, cruel world that had hurt and hunted her so, she buried her eyes in his chest, allowing the thick gold to soak up the salt water and be smeared in slight with rusty life-fluid.

Her sliced-up palms were already crusting over. They moved to hang meekly around his neck, limp, stained things. They would require cleaning and bandaging, but the damage was superficial. Her ankle, on the other hand, was sprained - From the ebbing pains, possibly broken. It would hinder her movement for a long time to come. With broken wings, the dove could not fly far from this place.

She sensed him moving, the gentle rocking of her weight as the youth walked with purposeful strides. He did not fear her dreaded darkness, but relished it; this was the traitor's element, as surely as hers was the sun-light skies.

The sense of claustrophobia pulled her scattered attention temporarily to a focus, such that she could tell her guardian had paused - then to movement, descent into maddening walls of cold, hard rock. She was far too frightened to protest, clinging perhaps a little tighter than before. The air was cooler in here, channeled by the hard edges of the darkness. This was not the right place for the injured bird, but she needed safety and security to heal, and perhaps she would find enough of it here. Flickering flamelight caught timid cerulean that, peering from bloodied, blushing face, saw only the ghastly shadow that trailed behind her rescuer.

Her tears had dried for now, replaced by that bone-ebbing exhaustion of before. Sensation returned to extremities, and her palms stung where they left bloody smears on golden pelt.