The slit in the sky when you left is all I see

p. Helena | June 13th | Skeletal Sanctuary

POSTED: Wed Jun 14, 2017 2:00 am

with a bag full of bones
I know the place you left still won't leave you alone...

The body was still warm. The flies haven’t come to visit yet – well, not many. He still looked as though he would wake up from a deep slumber any minute now. But the numb buzzing in the air around him just wasn’t there. There was no sign of life, no feeling of life, and it made Eire feel so cold.

She stood there tensely in front of his small, dirt- and vomit-coated, motionless body. No breathing movements, not even shallow ones, rested in his chest. She hoped to find him, to catch him out here before he died. To tell him that she forgave him. He was not the monster her mother described, that Vicira and Vesper described. Eire had not known the evil side of him, and she refused to believe it ever existed.

When she first came, she wanted to carry out her duty. Axelle had sent her to Inferni to watch him, to wait and kill him at the right moment. She obliged, and wholeheartedly would have carried out the task. But upon meeting the pygmy coyote, it was hard to believe that all those harsh words her mother had spoken were true. He was an honest man, a warrior, a father to many, and a Bellator – and that was something of pretty high honor in Inferni. Eire wondered if she’d reach that level someday, if she stuck around.

Nervously, Eire fidgeted with her fingers while her eyes remained locked on the stiff body of her father. Now what? What would she tell Axelle? That she killed him? That he had died before she got the chance? Eire didn’t know which was worse – lying or the wrath she would face if she told Axelle that she failed, that he had died without facing his wrongdoings. Eire didn’t know if Axelle would hear that he had been expelled from Inferni, stripped of his title and reputation and family, and dumped in the forest to live out his final days. She didn’t know if hearing that he died a dirty and vomit-strewn mess at the side of a stream that he couldn’t even reach was going to mean anything to her. Eire picked at her cuticles, standing stiffly before the body. She couldn’t find it in her to move along, so she remained staring while a million thoughts fluttered through her mind.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 14, 2017 3:34 pm

All those things you said
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She watched him die. Watched each stuttering, stilted breath as it rasped and he coughed. Her dual eyes -his legacy- were closed to his pain and suffering, seeing only the monster that had taken every last shred of her love for him and smashed it to pieces. As much as she told herself to stride out there and end his life herself she just simply watched, bound to her place in the bushes. She could see his chest rising and falling with shallow inhales. Her fingers were clenched into white knuckled fists, the tips of her claws digging in to the pads.

He fell to stillness and she still could not move. Rooted to the spot as a viewer of medusa would be. The flies began to gather, drawn to the scent of his dead flesh. Still she could not move. Her own heart was racing in her chest, so hard that it made her nauseous and her head dizzy. This hadn't been the plan, she'd only wanted to.. maybe run into Crucifix or.. her sisters. To see them as the ache inside of her grew stronger. The pull of family was stronger than her reservations.

The movement in the bushes had her ducking down, out of sight. Was this someone coming to collect him, why had he been out here in the neutral lands anyways. She didn't know of his exile, that he was stripped of all name and rank, he was just a loner now. No pack and no family, lesser than even she, his bastard daughter born of a slave woman.

Eire stepped out. Helena wanted to scream. The black and white woman's forced progeny had no place here. She stood up, revealing her hiding place in the bushes and stepped forwards, freeing herself of them. "Eire.." How did she talk to this sister that she had met but once long months ago. She too looked down at the still body, "...He deserved it." It was stated matter of factually by her accented voice. She was empty of emotion, dead inside.

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POSTED: Thu Jul 06, 2017 7:17 pm

with a bag full of bones
I know the place you left still won't leave you alone...

She stared at the body, getting as much feedback as if she were staring at a rock. There was a dull emptiness in the air. There was no life here. None, except maybe for the tree’s strong trunk that her father’s corpse leaned upon. Eire sighed, tasting the air, seeking the scent of death. There was none yet. And even though she knew somehow that he was definitely dead, there was a strand of hopefulness that perhaps he would wake up any second.

The brush behind her crinkled and hissed with movement, but Eire couldn’t look away. Who would kill another staring at the body of her parent? What kind of cold world was this?

The voice that emitted from the warm body behind her was familiar. Slowly, Eire’s mind worked to find that voice, and soon it found it lounging upon a rocky beach, Axelle yelling at her not to approach the woman, but Eire doing so anyway.

”I know…” Eire said softly. There was no fiber in her body that disagreed with that statement. He had broken Axelle – so much that she wouldn’t claim Eire as her own. If it was anyone’s fault, it was her father’s. He had done the deed and brought her to this world on such violent terms. He had killed all her brothers and sisters. Not Axelle, it was him and his ways.

”I just don’t know what to tell Axelle now…” she admitted, a hint of worry in her voice. That was the true dilemma. It wasn't so much her father died before she was able to get to know him, but rather that she had failed the task that she had been saved to perform. It might have been the first time she opened up to anyone about the plan that made her join Inferni. If it had been anyone, Helena might have been the best one to tell. She had gone through the same pain, the same confusion.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 16, 2017 10:44 pm

For a sinner like me
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Something maybe akin to pity perhaps held back the waif woman from savaging the body in barbaric viciousness. The thoughts had rampaged through her mind as she observed his death, that she could dig in her claws and rip and tear until he resembled a scratching post. It the moment it might have appeased her sense of irony but looking down she couldn't quite bring herself to do such a distasteful thing.

Rather she focused on the young woman with a wary expression. This sister she had seen neither hide nor hair of for many turns of the moon, the abruptness of this meeting startled her, to jump from a child to an adult with nothing in between but blackness. In hindsight Helena would be almost relieved for Eire that she had not inherited the disease that made their father so short.

She took several steps closer until she drew up level with Eire, still staring impassively at the corpse as Eire herself was doing. She was unsure if the younger girl would react well to being touched by Helena; She was hesitant to even test that boundary, but putting her own discomfort aside she reached out, rested her hand on her sister's shoulder and realised with a burst of surprise that this was the first time she had ever touched her sister. Melancholy and a gripping feeling similar to despair touched her heart. Maybe if Eire had been born with Helena to Natalia as a pair then things might have been so very different and Helena might not have been so pushed to try and find Basilio.

Eire's words and the worry in her tone raised Helena's suspicions that Axelle was only using the girl to get her own sordid revenge. Mistrustful, skeptical and cynical of heart and mind, exactly what Basilio had made her in to, it grated that he had affected her personality so greatly from the short time she had known him. "Tell Axelle that he's dead."

Her half sister smelled strongly of Inferni, just as Helena had done only a scant few months ago, "You're Infernian now just like I was for a while, they are... good people. Make them your family if you can.. or.. come and join me if you want."

She didn't know why she was offering such a thing, the two female's scarcely knew each other but the ties of family and bond of blood was too strong for her to cast this lost scion of Lykoi to the winds. Helena was curiously irritated by her own overburden of emotion but her decision was already concreting in her mind, she would make a significant effort to be a family to Eire if she needed it, more than Eire's dam and sire had ever been.

She finally turned to look at the bloody eyed sister and smiled, a small strained thing but it was warm and genuine.

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POSTED: Tue Aug 01, 2017 12:05 am

with a bag full of bones
I know the place you left still won't leave you alone...

The woman strode from the brush and stood beside her. Eire had been lost, looking into the empty eyes of her father, slumped over. His corpse would rot here, and with it, the memory of her and his wrongdoings. She felt a hand graze her shoulder, and she jumped slightly. It was perhaps the only form of physical contact she felt that was deliberate and kind. Axelle had touched her during training – but it usually resulted in a bruise or injury and a few stern words pointing out her slowness, her mistakes. Eire neither moved nor shook the hand away. She only looked up at Helena, having no words for the woman.

”That’d be the start of it, yes,” Eire answered, still somewhat in thought. Axelle would want details; she’d want him skinned and brought to her, but Eire wasn’t sure what she would do with the corpse. ”Thank you… I… I appreciate that. I will think about it. Chances are Axelle won’t want me to return anyway. Even after she said so much about what would happen after Basilio was dead… I don’t know if I want to go back there.”

”Do you have any plans for his body?” she asked, eyeing the woman. She had been there, too, waiting for him to die. It was only fair to ask first before Eire would start making her own plans. She’d need some kind of proof that he was dead – she knew Axelle would ask for it. A tongue, perhaps, or an eyeball. Perhaps a more private appendage would suit the woman.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 24, 2017 10:54 pm

For a sinner like me
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Helena did not miss the way that Eire jumped at her touch, as though expecting violence to rain down upon her. Her suspicions were confirmed then and Helena became somewhat resolute that Eire should not return to her mother. The younger girl looked up to her and Helena's heart was squeezed tightly. Eire was innocent, of everything. She could not help the situation of her birth and from the reaction did not really know how to deal with the death of him.

She could not force her sister to do anything she did not want to but if Helena could at least undermine Axelle's control then maybe the girl could be free to make her own way and cast of the taint with which she had been born and raised.

"You don't have to return to her.... you're an adult..." She was not good at this kind of thing, at comforting and inspirational crap. Her hand squeezed the shoulder it rested on gently and moved to Eire's other shoulder, to attempt to pull the girl closer in a pseudo hug. "You are my sister...." Where was Helena even going with this, "And... and there will always be a place for you with me if you want it." A sister that she did not know at all, that she had only met twice but still Helena felt almost responsible for this waif of a girl, Helena's own mother had instilled to her the importance of family and that she remembered vividly.

She couldn't stop the disdainful twist of her lips as she looked again to his corpse. "His fur. I want that... if you do not?" She wanted something, some part of him that she could steal away and maybe inflict even a portion of her feelings on to. It was a barely formed idea but the one that was coming to mind made her insides burn with fever.

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POSTED: Tue Oct 03, 2017 6:24 pm

with a bag full of bones
I know the place you left still won't leave you alone...

Helena was right with a lot of the things that were said. Eire was an adult; she did have her own free will... but again, she had been sent out on this mission. It would always be an open-ended end for her if she did not tie off the conclusion. Even if she didn’t return to Axelle and stay, she still needed to tell the woman that the deed had been done - that Basilio had been dealt with, even if it wasn't by her hand.

Eire was limp as she was pulled into a side-hug, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked on to Basilio’s body. She wasn’t good with inspiration or hugs or closeness either. And it sounded strange to hear that s-word again. It felt weird to hear these family words in reference to her at all. ”Th-thank you, really. That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she admittedly awkwardly. She had siblings that cared, surely; but it was the sudden onslought of an otherwise absent family that was a little overwhelming.

”Can I take his bones?” Maybe she could make some jewelry out of it or something. Perhaps Axelle would appreciate a bracelet made from Basilio’s wrist bones or his spine segments...

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