the fallen princess

Talitha de le Poer · 04-22-2011, 07:23 PM

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Talitha's dreamworld; Mel can join if Mel would like to, since we talked about doing one with Ahren. Not marked Mature, since I see no mature content, but can be changed if necessary.

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Panic fluttered through the chest of the woman as she tore through the forest, slim body weaving about dark trunks. When in situations of fight or flight, Talitha de le Poer found it safer to flee, at least when it came to the dark face of her uncle. Andrezej had been lost in the shadows, yet she did not feel safe. Somehow, she knew he was still there. Her body froze, legs tensed for a sprint were her demons to catch up to her. Crimson eyes, full of fear and dismay, surveyed her world — what a strange place for her to run through. The trees seemed to sway in the shadows, branches turning to grabby hands and marks on the bark crafting faces in the darkness. They called to her, pleading for the princess to return to them, to the earth she stood upon, but she tried not to listen. Why was there never any damn sunlight? Why did she always suffer in the dark? Her hands went to her ears, trying to keep out the voices of the trees. Oh, Talitha, calm down! We aren't here to hurt you. A lie, of course, she knew that much. They hid devils in their canopies and shadowed her enemies amongst their roots.

Motion from the darkness caught her wary eyes and she turned in hopes to see a familiar face. Instead, nothing. Black, dark, cold, empty nothing. And where was the demon who had chased her so far? One step to the rear, and she found her answer. Slim coyote body met the dark fur of Satan personified, breath catching as heavy hands wound themselves about bony hips. She trembled beneath his embrace, unable to speak or run — why had she never tried to defend herself? What a good girl. Her ears flattened against her curls as the demon uncle wound locks of auburn about a finger. Disgust rolled through her body, yet she did not pull away. How could she? She was weak, that was clear, as Hybrid and Halo had pointed out her failures so easily. Perhaps she deserved the end that came with remaining in the arms of the dead.

Alarmed at her own thoughts, she made rash decisions, throwing her head back in the attempt to loosen his grip on her; the back side of her skull crashed into a snout and his hold on his slippery niece was removed to tend to his wounded pride. Talitha took the chance to continue her path from the dark shadows of the forest, hurtling twisted roots that sprung up before her feet. And there, beyond the tangled branches, there was light! Something new fluttered amongst her fear, hope she had never experienced. Had she truly made it through the wilderness? Were her days of sorrow finished?

In the excitement that her world would be made better, she did not realize the forest's new trick, and her foot found itself wound inside of thick taproots. Down she went, even as fragile hands sought to release the grasp of the damnable trees that held her. She could hear him as he approached, she could hear the heavy steps and the panting breath as the hunter found his prey. Andrezej fell upon his niece with all the fervor of a lion as it came upon a wounded antelope, hands grappling for control of a body that was not his. A panicked scream shattered the otherwise silent air, and the trees froze, watching the crime they had helped create, as warm blood soaked into the barren earth.

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