Shattered Mirror

Yi TaeKyung · 11-11-2011, 12:48 PM

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WC: 547

The Korean spirit had wandered many months from the lands that held packs and laws. The fighter’s wind would never leave her heart and soul, and the winds urged her paws to move, to perform the martial dance, to kill and to conquer. She sought only to fight, to defeat all that challenged her, and to grow as a fighter. But Darkness, too, grew within her. It was an inevitable growth. It latched onto her soul, turning it black as the shadowed face of the moon. Perhaps the Darkness, too, had pushed her from the lands of packs and laws. The dreams of darkness, of whispers, of so much bitterness, suffering and greed, consumed her. She heard the whisperings, as if His lips brushed against her ears, sending soundless, wordless tendrils of cold and shadow into her mind. He, the shade, had followed her since she had found the metallic brand, bearing 無, and had branded herself with it, burning it into her shoulder. As her flesh had burned and sizzled, she felt the ghost latch onto her, a curse she could not shake. And yet she drank it in like a drug that cooled and soothed her, that gave her power. The dark fae’s greed grew, and she was greedy for the fight.

But greed was a dangerous thing. Her last fight had boded ill for her. She had fought a lone male and his brother, one-on-one. Poor losers they had been, and while she had struck down one, from behind the other brought had his fist to her temple. The Korean fae should have blocked, but she had left her guard down. Fallen into darkness, her mind shattered and broken pieces mere shards of the stability with which she had been born. The fire of the fight still flamed, even as her mind became broken, even as she fell, even as darkness engulfed her....

The deep sound of the ocean rushed her ears, and she fell into darkness once more.

Coarse sand woke her. Pain flashed across her mind. The taste of blood and the ocean’s drink was upon her tongue. The black fae spat, rolling onto her back. The ocean lapped at her weakened body, pulling and pushing her, threatening to drown her and offering to spare her. Too weakened, she could be but at the mercy of the dark ocean. No moon shone within the sky. There was nothing save from the shattered light of those white orbs, and soon they, too, closed. Cold, mirthless laughter snickered in the dark. The ghost hovered at her shoulders, HIS tenebrous tendrils falling over her cold form, pushing through the wet, salted fur, into cuts and bruised from being hurled into the ocean. Black tendrils sought the fracture in her skull, licking their way in, savoring her blood, the remnants of her mind. There was emptiness now, no direction, no predictability. There was only the fight, only TaeKwonDo, only shadow. It filled her like a black tar. Hoarse laughter clawed from her parched throat. No words formed as the strong, white teeth, hungering, desiring, flashed in the night and were gone. Pain cut the darkness like one of her kicks, and she fell into Darkness, her lean, muscled form limp and cold, nearly dead.

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