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- China Rose Lykoi - 10-25-2011 [html] ooc: :3 She had been hiding in the forgotten crevasses of the world.
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Most days had been good and today was the day where she felt exceptionally shitty, and it infected her mood and would have drawn all the flies in the world if it had been an open wound. In her years of life she had slowly learned how to handle herself. She was generally disliked and she didn’t give a fuck about that, but she had gradually started to draw away from others when she was in a particularly foul mood. She spent most of her days alone these weeks, withdrawn and eager to hide herself away. Perhaps it was because she would give birth any day soon--really, she had expected the children to be born approximately a week ago, but so far they seemed to rest comfortably in her womb.
But ah, she was so restless. The absence of workout wasn’t doing her good in any way, and she was inwardly drowning with cravings to work those muscles. So around and around and around the mansion she paced, long, graceful legs strong and determined, though there was a heavy sway in her lower back that she knew was straining the muscles in her back.
On her fifteenth round, she was met with the sight and smell of someone she actually had learned to hate. Well, hate was not uncommon for the pregnant Triarii, but this little bitch’s face managed to ruin her mood ridiculously effectively. And today was not a good day, and now it was a horrible, dreaaaaadful day. Fists instantly clenched and anger flashed on features that should have been beautiful. But her anger turned her into a demoness. Nostrils flared and indulged in the accompanying stench of fear. Sharp teeth flashed in an unkind grin, though she had already lost too much favour with her leaders--if she had ever had any, that was.
”Go bother someone else,” the woman hissed, waving dismissively at the Lykoi whore before she turned to walk up the stairs. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 10-25-2011 [html] ooc: <3 There was a growing sensation of pain spreading through her. It was dull and deep and cavernous, and it wasn't until little black dots sprung before her eyes that China realized that the pain came from her lungs. She had forgotten to breathe. A gasp of air was drawn in, jerkily, sliced between neat pearly teeth that had never sought another kin's blood.
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As the dirt-gray girl’s timid voice rose to disturb the remains of the branded woman self-control, Halo turned into a still picture. For a moment, and only that, one could hope that her path into the second chance of motherhood had made a difference. But there was a calm before the storm, and now was time to leap across the sky and spew rain and thunder. Lips that had settled after the toothed glare she had offered the girl moments ago again leaped away to portray the perfect row of teeth, still milky white and unstained with youth that slowly was fleeing from her features for each passing year.
Regret was a wasteful thing; it couldn’t fix what was already broken. At best, it was a weak glue potent to fix a shattered piece or two, but China had fallen too far from grace. Truthfully, Halo Lykoi was no better where it mattered, but nothing would quench her sickened hate for this particular girl. It was impossible for the auburn mother-to-be to adjust to an objective view, and the idea of mercy didn’t even cross her heating mind.
Within the lash of a soundless whip, the Triarii form had descended from the stairs with the pace of something unnatural; a warrior goddess’ leap untouched by time. But such an expression could not belong to an immortal, and Halo was flesh and bone and so very ugly. One eye narrowed and the other did the exact opposite; widening sickly with its pupil drowning, drowning in sharp hues of freshly drawn blood. An accompanying eyebrow rose and rose, as if in disbelief of what she was seeing. ”Are you here to beg forgiveness?” China had been warned once through the sharp edge of the warrior’s voice, and now would have been a very good time to disappear. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 10-25-2011 [html] ooc: <3 It was the wrath of the huntress that burned her now, far fiercer than the flames of any mortal fire. Those red eyes, such a hue that the girl saw behind her closed lids alone, bore through flesh and deep into her skull. The fear became a thing greater than fear, a living terror that burrowed deep into the marrow of her bones. Shadowed Lapis Lazuli dwarfed pupils that shrank as the woman's snarling face was thrust closer to her own, and the lifeblood within her ran as cold as unbroken ice.
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Dominant ears sharply jumped to point towards the building’s dusting roof to form an incomplete crown worthy of this queen of scorn. Perhaps, beneath all the ugliness, she envied this girl. Though, all Halo had to cling to was this rage and chaos that seemed to have been with her always. It was what she knew. She didn’t know the details of China’s relationship with her only son; whether it had been a chaotic one night stand or something more. But if she had known, her heart would be afire with such envy as well. Beautiful eyes of ice’s blue did not belong to her, and even if they once could have, the chance was lost forever, and Halo was headed down the path of self destruction, all alone.
Every happy thought from the last weeks evaporated into nothing, and it was this girl’s fault. China was an innocent victim, always, but Halo simply couldn’t cope as she looked into the mirror and saw herself dressed with silver, blush and blue summer skies. There would never be peace in her soul for the rest of her life, and today, it was China’s fault. The woman’s face turned away in a disgusted motion, as if the sight alone could bring up previous meals. And all this time, her heart pulsed, pushing black into veins until her body was a living bonfire of pain. One fist came undone to hold on to the breaths of life inside her, afraid of what the poison inside of her could do to these precious beings.
Of course the little whore was sorry. But it made no difference at all. One step after another shrank the distance between them, and she wondered how much courage would be left when she was close enough to reach out and tear out those precious blue eyes of hers. ”There will never be peace.” the wicked voice spat, glowing with emotion that had been bottled up and hidden within all this time. "Nothing has changed." Many moons had passed since Halo had attempted to claw life out of the silver and blush pixie frame, but nothing had changed. She still wanted this girl's life. ”And you will never be free. Our dear leader might have saved you once, and my unborn children might aid me to spare your life today, but know, China Lykoi, that one day, and very soon, I will come for you.” And there it was, the spontaneous threat, spoken genuinely as any promise. If it couldn’t be fixed, it could always be destroyed. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 10-26-2011 [html] ooc: <3 There was a rawness to Halo, a growing sharpness about her form, as though China's eyes were clearing and seeing her in clarity for the first time. There was great wickedness within her, but it was an infection, not a defect. A creature lingered beneath the layers of grime and hatred - A beautiful creature, perhaps suffocated now, perhaps dead as the ghosts that haunted this mansion and the eyes of the beautiful warrior.
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It angered her more to see the lack of faith within the girl. This poor, pathetic canvas of pretty didn’t belong in a place like this. Inferni needed strength more than anything, and China was this little porcelain doll that really had to be shattered against the floor. And such words were demeaning. I hope you an learn to love them? Fingers brushing against her unborn children twitched at the invisible insults she found in the girl’s words. Thunder rumbled within throat painted pale cream as red glared into pale blue. Doomsday was approaching quickly now for this poor filly.
The young whore maintained the distance between them by stepping in the opposite direction, and she was backing out through the door frame. Just as well, because if Halo’s fingers managed to reach her, sharp nails would rip through the girl’s fragile canvas. Although it was known that she was a failure, Itachi had grown into something she could have been proud of if it hadn’t been for the dark streak that had sent him heads over heels out of the clan he had been born into. Instead of spitting curses and acid, the rumble finally sprung out between parting lips, revealed as a ridiculing laughter.
Yes, go. ”Rest assured that you won’t be missed.” Oh, how she hoped she had interpreted the little slattern correctly. But coyote ears would not forget the soft spoken girl’s final words. Well, then she hoped China would find the lost son and her happiness. Hand leaped to cruelly grasp for the door, and with a muscled whip of her arm, she slammed it shut, and banished China from the mansion as well as the clan itself. Never again would the girl be welcome here; Halo was going to make sure of that. . Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] |