Re: [m] the rules are the same as they always were

POSTED: Sun Jul 14, 2019 5:09 pm

The scent of blood permeated every movement that she made towards her freedom. The longer she stumbled through the forest the more she found herself distracted my slivers of memory that were guilded in the wrong colors; golden, silver, beautiful verdant green – and there were more, more colors that whirled too fast on terpsichorean threads that strove to come together too quickly. No loom could control the way destiny had found her. It could not force the thread to be rewoven into something grand and unassuming.

All she wanted was her Mother.

It was this startling realization that found Odalis on the shoreline – a shoreline that gaped like a warning before her, for though freedom had seemed so close she was on an Island. Trapped regardless of which way she decided to run.

The breeze tickled at her, causing the torn opening of her sweater to flutter as the cool air sought to soothe the cuts and scrapes that ran red along her knees. Her dirty hands trembled at her sides as she padded towards the misty water, the lazy shoreline tickling at her toes. Her fingers ached from scrabbling blindly for her key and she could feel the heat of blood still in her palm where it pulsated dimly – like a flickering dying hope.

The voice called again, but it was so quiet that she struggle to follow where it bade.

Odalis.

When he found her, she was running, but she wasn’t sure how long it had been since she had wandered along the shore.

Perhaps it had never happened at all.

His fingers were like a trap, tightly bound around her forearm as he threw back his head and laughed at her – whooping like a wild child as they collapsed and began to roll through the leaves. His weight was all consuming and Odalis could feel the breath shoved from her lungs as they finally landed, and the world stopped its spinning. His muzzle hung above hers, panting furiously – the violet of his eyes frantic and wild as his dark pupils took in the entire world.

She writhed beneath him as she began to sob, thumping her bloody fists against his chest as Elphaba found them.

"Let. Me. Go!"

>:) All I want is for them to make out??????????

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POSTED: Sun Jul 28, 2019 11:06 pm

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From the high place up-wind she watched the hunter catch the little red bird.

They were down on the beach, a rough and pebbled thing that welcomed in the tide. The water was slowly losing its salt. In time, she reflected, it would forget that it had ever belonged to the sea; It would find itself in the permanent embrace of rock and silt, and it would only know that it had truly become a lake.

The little silver fish would die and be replaced by brackish eels. The gulls would cry in lament. The coarse fingers of the wind would gentle and fade.

But not yet. Not yet.

For now the loch was still born of the ocean, and it remembered.

The smell of Odalis' fear and blood intermingled. Elphaba tasted it on her tongue, panting to capture it. O'Riley was a huge thing, supermassive, hair and muscle and the electric shock of danger. Her pupils tracked their bodies, tangled as they rolled, carried by the momentum of the lunge.

She slipped, shadow to shadow, down the incline. Each step resonated with invisible ripples. The isle at her back, the water at her fore, Elphaba changed from voyeur to god.

It was the girl's cry that unlocked it. All she had needed was the invitation, the prayer, an invocation of mercy. All she had needed was something to claim.

Just as O'Riley's teeth looked for someplace soft and sweet, the Queen came on like a thunderstorm.

Her shoulder slammed into the much larger male, dislodging him from his carnal pursuit and shoving them all into chaos and disarray. A spray of pebbles hissed at her feet. A challenging roar ripped from her throat, gleeful, furious, vibrant. The power of the Law glowed like a pyre in her belly, catching her alight; Like tinder she erupted.

It was a simple thing to stand over Odalis, half crouched, semi-feral and wild. The man could have been any man, but he was not - he was hers, just as the girl was hers. Had he forgotten?

She would remind him.

Challenge me! All her teeth smiled, her tongue snaking around them, whipping the air to taste it.


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POSTED: Wed Aug 07, 2019 3:15 pm

Bad magic flowed in his blood. O'Riley was not supposed to be alive – in another world, in another place, the will of the Crone would have found hold. Siv Helsi would have killed her grandson and every boy after him until a girl was produced, no matter the cost to Reykja. Her death ensured the old ways did not continue their bloody march. The future was changed.

The cruelty within him was what endured through the long and bloody history of his family line. He had merely become the sum of all these terrible things.

Despite this, Elphaba was greater.

She collided with him hard, throwing him from Odalis with the force of the impact. He stumbled on all fours, sliding over the tiny stones and leaving great indentations in the gravel. Elphaba was not big enough to force him to fall. Her posturing made her look a great wicked thing, and in the sunlight her eyes were the color of fresh blood. Here was their queen in all her true glory, fearless and certain of her place in the world.

Her challenge/command was met with an eager response. O'Riley rose up like a bear to his full height, brush still stuck in his fur, dark earth stains spread from where he had fallen. Ever since they were young she had bullied him into submission. Sometimes, smart as he was, playing into her hands was the only course of action.

O'Riley did what Elphaba wanted – he hurled himself at her, diving low to take out her legs and force her down like he had Odalis.

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POSTED: Wed Aug 14, 2019 1:03 am

Odalis would remember pieces of this night for years to come. Every pound of her hand against his chest left a mark, a blindingly brilliant strip of vermillion that stood out against the paler tufts of his curling fur. Every strike was another moment gone of her life – she saw flashes of the Onuban seaside spattered in the violet of his cruel eyes, stained glass windows illuminated with the gold laced into his smoky cheeks. His teeth snapped at the hollow of her throat, blowing a breath that seared like flame across her body and made all of her hair stand on end.

Her skin screamed where his hands held her, and Odalis hated the way that she bucked against him – as if some broken memory of herself pined for contact that her head would not allow.

Salsola was so cold, a place bereft of summer for the servants who survived season after lonely season. Another flash of gold had her dreaming of the key, wishing with all of her wasted heart that she had been able to untangle it from between her fingers. The collar hung like a promise and she felt the lock thump against her chest as O’Riley tossed her, her teeth rattling in her jaws as she was dashed like a stone against the hallowed shoreline.

”No.” She whispered, clawing him with all of her might, ”-No!”

The sound the Queen made as she burst through the trees after O’Riley left Odalis breathless and panting, her body rolling out from beneath the man as he was forced to retreat. Their bodies collided with the full thud of flesh against flesh and she winced, rubbing tears from her eyes with hands that stained each time she dragged her fingers across her cheeks.

For a moment Elphaba towered over her. Odalis could see the dirt caked against her claws, and her nostrils filled with the rich scent of moist earth and blood. Her hair hung in stringy tendrils across her face, and slowly, ever so slowly, Odalis attempted to crawl her way to freedom.

When O’Riley threw himself back into the fray Odalis ducked her head, gathering herself into a ball as small as her aching body would allow.

She wanted the key. She needed the key.

Her fingers trembled as they searched for freedom amongst the damp grass.

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POSTED: Wed Aug 14, 2019 1:52 am

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Tight in her chest the pounding of her heart was like a wardrum.

Elphaba had never been given permission to join the fight against Boreas; Salvia and her father had seen her as an asset, something to be placed on a shelf and given time to mature, a wine kept in the dark cellar to develop. Of course, she had never needed their permission in the first place, and this was what Oma had surely known all along.

O'Riley was nothing like the Boreas soldier. That man had been hungry and mangy, his faith a parasite that coiled in his stomach and leached all the sustenance from him. This was the ulterior truth of gods. To manage their power was to corral fire, raw flame. It burned! Elphaba's hands were blackened by it. But though she gave of blood and spit and tears she never let the worms in. They could feast on her body when she was dead, and not a second before.

Siv's grandson knew this. He was the corporeal manifestation of its ugly truth. He was the closest thing she would ever find to an equal.

She would climb him like a mountain. Men were made only to be conquered, and Elphaba was a Woman King.

The scrabble of their feet as he lunged flung stones and gravel over the cowering girl. An errant heel struck her side. Above her red seaweed crown they snarled and roared like lions over a carcass. That they were both famished for her body was a great irony, for in their singular focus it suffered greatly, buffeted between grapples and shoves like a little white-sail boat on a tempestuous swell.

Her teeth flashed, sinking into the meaty part of his shoulder again and again. It was well protected by the thick rough of his shaggy pelt, but that was the point. When his giant mouth closed over her upper arm she screamed, a delighted and carnal sound, and brought her claws up under his guard to raze his sides. Droplets of red baptized Odalis as she scrabbled in the fray, her good eye hunting for a glimmer of gold.

They fought like animals because they were animals. To look upon them, one would not be mistaken for thinking it a true fight, to the death. But there were things greater than life, and the end of it; Instincts that evaded even anger or fear. This was Salvia's Law.

It ended when her hand closed around the soft dangling part of him, claws out in warning. The fallacy of men was to keep their most sensitive parts outside of their bodies. Victorious, she opened her smaller mouth as wide as it would go, and closed it over his own.


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