11-04-2011, 10:19 AM
Wc: 2050 Daymn XD this is massive.
She was silent for several minutes after he spoke trying to think of the best way to start it, to explain away the madness and sickness. But there was no way other than to jump in with both feet and take the plunge. She shifted against him, settling in to be more comfortable, never forgetting that the ashes of her son burned away in front of them while she told this story of horror and depravity. His spirit had gone to the aurora now and his body destroyed so he would never hear it, she
was glad of this,
"Death has always followed me around ever since I came into this world. Anger and pain were never far behind. I was born of rape, my father Lucifer, perhaps you met him, attacked my mother, an albino coyote and forced her into sex with him. Two months later myself and my siblings were born. Lucifer killed the male child before he had even took his first breath, he didn't want competition." Her voice was a mixture of things, switching back and force between a monotone and an emotional voice that sounded as though she were going to break down at any moment,
"My mother hated me from the moment she saw me because I was white like herself, despite being raped she now saw Lucifer as hers and didn't want me as competition for his affection. You see Lucifer had a twisted fetish, he took great pleasure in raping those with white fur and it didn't matter who they were. Male or female." His own daughter. "So my mother hated the sight of me and attacked me every chance she got, every time Lucifer left her alone with me. The only thing that stopped her from killing me was his threat that he would kill herself and her other children if I died, he didn't care about me being beaten though." She stared straight ahead of herself not seeing anything instead trapped within her own mind, the memories playing over and over. Her body twitched with phantom pain. "I was three months old the first time he forced himself on me. It hurt. A lot. After that he began to teach me. Teach me to grow up into his play thing, his sex toy. My sisters hated me because Lucifer always gave me all the attention whenever he was around. My body reacted in strange ways to this, I like to think it was so that I could cope better with the rape." Her hands balled up into fists,
"I..I went through puberty at five months old. Before I could shift I went through my first heat cycle and didn't mother just fucking love that. I woke up two days later with a broken leg." The woman had gone insane at the pheromones coming from her daughter and had beaten young Gemma senseless. The fae had been extremely lucky in the respect to it mending, perhaps the only time the gods had looked at her and smiled instead of laughing, and her arm had healed properly despite no cast. The woman subconsciously rubbed at the arm that had been broken, her left one "Daddy adored his little toy and she was a perfect little doll for him to play with. All I wanted was to please him and make him happy just like he had taught me." She snorted, that had been the happiest point in her life despite her mother and sisters hating her.
"About a month after that Lucifer grew bored of us and just left one day. It took mother a few days to realize he wasn't coming back and she chased me away. So by six months old I was alone in the wilderness with no one to protect me, no idea how to find food or water and ... " Her voice here dropped to a whisper as though she would disturb someone by talking normally "Pregnant with my own siblings." She closed her eyes as revulsion crept up her spine, "I managed to survive on my own for a week or so with my broken leg, eating carrion and finding water by sheer luck. Then I was found." She said the word 'found' with the same conviction that one might say they were whipped with barbed wire for hours, "Gabriel found me. He was some kind of jackal wolf hybrid and he thought I was his gift from the heavens. So he attacked me and knocked me out. When I woke up I was at the edge of a desert chained to a dead tree with no idea where I was." Gabriel had been a sadistic son of a bitch and had taunted her when her tears had come, all she had wanted was her daddy.
"Things happened and I was beaten for my tears and struggling, Gabriel hated excess noise and any noise that I made to him was unneeded noise. He quickly worked out that I was carrying offspring, the punishment for that was severe enough that I went into labor. It took days for them to come out, all the time he was over me with his fists, sometimes I wonder how I survived." A hand drifted down towards her stomach. "He took a great amount of enjoyment from watching me attempt to make them wake up, to lick them into life. I didn't even understand what had happened but I wanted them to live. He let me name them and hold them then took them from me and then he tore them apart in front of my face and ate them." Bile rose in the back of her throat and she swallowed heavily trying to force it back down, all she could see was the blood and flesh and bone, torn bits of her babies flung everywhere. "He left half eaten carcasses everywhere around me, just out of my reach and left them there to rot."
"He then set himself to the task of trying to make me have his children, he believed they would be the chosen ones. It took eight months for me to finally conceive. As time went by he got angrier at me for not falling pregnant and the beating and rape got worse and worse, more and more pain. Until one day he smelt that they were there, he didn't beat me after that but still took me against my will, many times a day." Her voice had taken on a hollow tone, as though she were far away from here,
"One and a half months later I still carried them until he decided to move us deeper into the desert. About two miles into the trek he found a place he deemed suitable and once again chained me to a tree he found. It was too much for my body to cope with, there was no water and the sun was so hot and at night it was freezing cold. I miscarried. Most of them were dead or in the process of dieing. I never saw him so angry before that. He tore these ones apart and ate them like he did the others, but one of them, she was stronger than the rest, she might have lived. I'll never forget that scream." The girl had let out a piercing cry as he bit into her body, Gemma had screamed with her and trying to reach her child, to save her. For her efforts she had received an open clawed kick to the stomach. She shivered and pulled at her ears, she could still hear it, it echoed around her mind.
"I named her after myself, she would have lived, she was a survivor like me. He was so angry, he attacked me when he was finished tearing apart the children. Such pain I've never felt before or since. Then he left. Just walked away covered in mine and my children's blood. He took one of the bodies with him as well to eat later. I thought I was going to die there, chained to that tree surrounded by their bodies. I couldn't wait for death, I just wanted the pain to stop, I could feel the blood slowly leaking out of me. But no, I was denied the peace of death." The woman sighed and looked at the sky wistfully, oh how much she wished she had been allowed to die then,
"Again I was found this time by a bachelor group of males. They were all hybrids just passing through the area and followed the scent of my blood hoping for an injured animal to feed on but they found me. I was still conscious when they descended upon me, I believe the first one that found me did have intentions on consuming me but he was chased away by the others who saw something else they could get from me instead; sex." Again bitterness filled her voice,
"So at the directions of the leader they demolished the tree I was chained to and managed to remove the shackles when they had dragged me back to their camp. I was looked after and healed. For the first time in my life I was treated with kindness and some semblance of respect at least until my injuries had healed mostly. They wanted someone to relieve their sexual urges and I needed somewhere to stay, I didn't know how to find food on my own so without them I would quickly die. So I stayed with them until one day when everything changed, another traveling coyote passed through the camp complaining about a male he had fought with and lost to. I wasn't interested until I heard my father's name. I was so happy to hear he was nearby and all I wanted was to get back to him, still an obedient little girl." Her face again twisted, "I asked the guy If he would help me find my father and he agreed. But the others didn't want me to go, they enjoyed having me around way too much so I was tied up. One prison for another." She fell silent for a few seconds, a single tear fell.
"Again I was forced upon against my will, I'm not sure how long I was with them by that time I had simply given up. They were happy when I stopped fighting, they got sick of fixing my injuries. I thought they were my friends obviously not. This carried on until one night they all got drunk and after forcing themselves upon me in turn again most of them passed out, forgetting to tie me back up. So I escaped and I ran as fast as I could from them. By chance I managed to find that same coyote who had told me about my father, Talnar and he agreed to help me find him. He got me most of the way to 'souls when one of them caught up, the one that had wanted to eat me in the first place. The two of them fought and they both ended up dieing. I didn't know what to do really, I was so messed up and confused, I buried Talnar and ended up using the guy that had chased me as food. It saved my life." She didn't really see anything wrong with her eating him, it was been extreme circumstances and if put in the same place again she would repeat her actions.
"I wandered into 'Souls then and over the mountains. I found my father whilst walking around Anathema's borders. He forced himself on me again and then left me. I joined Anathema and he continued to come to me until he died. Someone killed him. I found out just what he had done to so many people from one of the girls that he'd raped, impregnated and then forced to miscarry. She wasn't angry at me because I was related although she had to slap sense into me before I'd see it. She lives in that new pack over the mountains now I think. So there you go, my life." Another thought came to her and her entire body stiffened, fur bristling,
"Looks like you were right. I have spent my life popping out corpses." The words were hissed from between clenched teeth.
She was silent for several minutes after he spoke trying to think of the best way to start it, to explain away the madness and sickness. But there was no way other than to jump in with both feet and take the plunge. She shifted against him, settling in to be more comfortable, never forgetting that the ashes of her son burned away in front of them while she told this story of horror and depravity. His spirit had gone to the aurora now and his body destroyed so he would never hear it, she
was glad of this,
"Death has always followed me around ever since I came into this world. Anger and pain were never far behind. I was born of rape, my father Lucifer, perhaps you met him, attacked my mother, an albino coyote and forced her into sex with him. Two months later myself and my siblings were born. Lucifer killed the male child before he had even took his first breath, he didn't want competition." Her voice was a mixture of things, switching back and force between a monotone and an emotional voice that sounded as though she were going to break down at any moment,
"My mother hated me from the moment she saw me because I was white like herself, despite being raped she now saw Lucifer as hers and didn't want me as competition for his affection. You see Lucifer had a twisted fetish, he took great pleasure in raping those with white fur and it didn't matter who they were. Male or female." His own daughter. "So my mother hated the sight of me and attacked me every chance she got, every time Lucifer left her alone with me. The only thing that stopped her from killing me was his threat that he would kill herself and her other children if I died, he didn't care about me being beaten though." She stared straight ahead of herself not seeing anything instead trapped within her own mind, the memories playing over and over. Her body twitched with phantom pain. "I was three months old the first time he forced himself on me. It hurt. A lot. After that he began to teach me. Teach me to grow up into his play thing, his sex toy. My sisters hated me because Lucifer always gave me all the attention whenever he was around. My body reacted in strange ways to this, I like to think it was so that I could cope better with the rape." Her hands balled up into fists,
"I..I went through puberty at five months old. Before I could shift I went through my first heat cycle and didn't mother just fucking love that. I woke up two days later with a broken leg." The woman had gone insane at the pheromones coming from her daughter and had beaten young Gemma senseless. The fae had been extremely lucky in the respect to it mending, perhaps the only time the gods had looked at her and smiled instead of laughing, and her arm had healed properly despite no cast. The woman subconsciously rubbed at the arm that had been broken, her left one "Daddy adored his little toy and she was a perfect little doll for him to play with. All I wanted was to please him and make him happy just like he had taught me." She snorted, that had been the happiest point in her life despite her mother and sisters hating her.
"About a month after that Lucifer grew bored of us and just left one day. It took mother a few days to realize he wasn't coming back and she chased me away. So by six months old I was alone in the wilderness with no one to protect me, no idea how to find food or water and ... " Her voice here dropped to a whisper as though she would disturb someone by talking normally "Pregnant with my own siblings." She closed her eyes as revulsion crept up her spine, "I managed to survive on my own for a week or so with my broken leg, eating carrion and finding water by sheer luck. Then I was found." She said the word 'found' with the same conviction that one might say they were whipped with barbed wire for hours, "Gabriel found me. He was some kind of jackal wolf hybrid and he thought I was his gift from the heavens. So he attacked me and knocked me out. When I woke up I was at the edge of a desert chained to a dead tree with no idea where I was." Gabriel had been a sadistic son of a bitch and had taunted her when her tears had come, all she had wanted was her daddy.
"Things happened and I was beaten for my tears and struggling, Gabriel hated excess noise and any noise that I made to him was unneeded noise. He quickly worked out that I was carrying offspring, the punishment for that was severe enough that I went into labor. It took days for them to come out, all the time he was over me with his fists, sometimes I wonder how I survived." A hand drifted down towards her stomach. "He took a great amount of enjoyment from watching me attempt to make them wake up, to lick them into life. I didn't even understand what had happened but I wanted them to live. He let me name them and hold them then took them from me and then he tore them apart in front of my face and ate them." Bile rose in the back of her throat and she swallowed heavily trying to force it back down, all she could see was the blood and flesh and bone, torn bits of her babies flung everywhere. "He left half eaten carcasses everywhere around me, just out of my reach and left them there to rot."
"He then set himself to the task of trying to make me have his children, he believed they would be the chosen ones. It took eight months for me to finally conceive. As time went by he got angrier at me for not falling pregnant and the beating and rape got worse and worse, more and more pain. Until one day he smelt that they were there, he didn't beat me after that but still took me against my will, many times a day." Her voice had taken on a hollow tone, as though she were far away from here,
"One and a half months later I still carried them until he decided to move us deeper into the desert. About two miles into the trek he found a place he deemed suitable and once again chained me to a tree he found. It was too much for my body to cope with, there was no water and the sun was so hot and at night it was freezing cold. I miscarried. Most of them were dead or in the process of dieing. I never saw him so angry before that. He tore these ones apart and ate them like he did the others, but one of them, she was stronger than the rest, she might have lived. I'll never forget that scream." The girl had let out a piercing cry as he bit into her body, Gemma had screamed with her and trying to reach her child, to save her. For her efforts she had received an open clawed kick to the stomach. She shivered and pulled at her ears, she could still hear it, it echoed around her mind.
"I named her after myself, she would have lived, she was a survivor like me. He was so angry, he attacked me when he was finished tearing apart the children. Such pain I've never felt before or since. Then he left. Just walked away covered in mine and my children's blood. He took one of the bodies with him as well to eat later. I thought I was going to die there, chained to that tree surrounded by their bodies. I couldn't wait for death, I just wanted the pain to stop, I could feel the blood slowly leaking out of me. But no, I was denied the peace of death." The woman sighed and looked at the sky wistfully, oh how much she wished she had been allowed to die then,
"Again I was found this time by a bachelor group of males. They were all hybrids just passing through the area and followed the scent of my blood hoping for an injured animal to feed on but they found me. I was still conscious when they descended upon me, I believe the first one that found me did have intentions on consuming me but he was chased away by the others who saw something else they could get from me instead; sex." Again bitterness filled her voice,
"So at the directions of the leader they demolished the tree I was chained to and managed to remove the shackles when they had dragged me back to their camp. I was looked after and healed. For the first time in my life I was treated with kindness and some semblance of respect at least until my injuries had healed mostly. They wanted someone to relieve their sexual urges and I needed somewhere to stay, I didn't know how to find food on my own so without them I would quickly die. So I stayed with them until one day when everything changed, another traveling coyote passed through the camp complaining about a male he had fought with and lost to. I wasn't interested until I heard my father's name. I was so happy to hear he was nearby and all I wanted was to get back to him, still an obedient little girl." Her face again twisted, "I asked the guy If he would help me find my father and he agreed. But the others didn't want me to go, they enjoyed having me around way too much so I was tied up. One prison for another." She fell silent for a few seconds, a single tear fell.
"Again I was forced upon against my will, I'm not sure how long I was with them by that time I had simply given up. They were happy when I stopped fighting, they got sick of fixing my injuries. I thought they were my friends obviously not. This carried on until one night they all got drunk and after forcing themselves upon me in turn again most of them passed out, forgetting to tie me back up. So I escaped and I ran as fast as I could from them. By chance I managed to find that same coyote who had told me about my father, Talnar and he agreed to help me find him. He got me most of the way to 'souls when one of them caught up, the one that had wanted to eat me in the first place. The two of them fought and they both ended up dieing. I didn't know what to do really, I was so messed up and confused, I buried Talnar and ended up using the guy that had chased me as food. It saved my life." She didn't really see anything wrong with her eating him, it was been extreme circumstances and if put in the same place again she would repeat her actions.
"I wandered into 'Souls then and over the mountains. I found my father whilst walking around Anathema's borders. He forced himself on me again and then left me. I joined Anathema and he continued to come to me until he died. Someone killed him. I found out just what he had done to so many people from one of the girls that he'd raped, impregnated and then forced to miscarry. She wasn't angry at me because I was related although she had to slap sense into me before I'd see it. She lives in that new pack over the mountains now I think. So there you go, my life." Another thought came to her and her entire body stiffened, fur bristling,
"Looks like you were right. I have spent my life popping out corpses." The words were hissed from between clenched teeth.