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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