12-11-2009, 09:25 PM
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losing emotion
finding devotion
Suffering the loss of a parent was significantly harder for Lillith, given the fact that nobody had taken the time to explain the whole grieving process to her. She was left in the dark, completely clueless as to why such a thing had occurred. The three most influential women she'd ever known were presently either dead, or gone. What had she done to deserve such a fate? Life was a bitch. It was a shame, for someone as young as her, to show such distrust for people in general. Little ones were supposed to be all about fun and games, but not her. Never had she been given that opportunity. She was bitter now, in spite of her young age, and she would never grow out of it.
The blue-eyed child, with his blissful ignorance, had everything she wished for. Lillith had seen death's emptiness in her mother's eyes as life was being drained from her. She was broken beyond repair, doomed to never properly function again. "Now, now," she murmured soothingly, mimicking the way Miska would have consoled her. "Don't cry." Mere centimeters separated their muzzles from touching, his puppy breath pushing forth with every exhale to escape his perky little snout. He was a cute little one, and for that reason only, she would do her best not to completely ruin his innocence. There was no explanation, nothing that could've given her a legitimate reason to inflict him with pain. But she had to. She needed someone to sympathize with her, to understand how ugly she felt on the inside. "Lean over, like this," she said, gently shoving the Clouded Tears puppy on his side.
To her surprise, the victim let himself be guided by her movements. "Close your eyes," This time, she didn't wait for him to oblige. Her weight had him pinned to the ground within seconds, her paw applying pressure on top of his fragile little skull. His head was stuck in a vice, between her claws and mother earth, and there was no way he'd make it out without suffering a few cuts and a massive headache. Wriggling ensued. "Stop it, stupid," she commanded, suddenly annoyed with his reaction. Although small, he could certainly put up a fight. Aquamarine orbs wandered to the nearest weapon on the floor, if it could be considered as such. Applying her whole weight onto the boy's smaller body, Lillith awkwardly reached for the squashed beetle with her teeth. Her jaw reopened seconds later, dropping the insect into the first hole she could find; his ear canal. She then rammed it in, using her sharp little claws to shove the foreign object further towards his brain.
finding devotion
Suffering the loss of a parent was significantly harder for Lillith, given the fact that nobody had taken the time to explain the whole grieving process to her. She was left in the dark, completely clueless as to why such a thing had occurred. The three most influential women she'd ever known were presently either dead, or gone. What had she done to deserve such a fate? Life was a bitch. It was a shame, for someone as young as her, to show such distrust for people in general. Little ones were supposed to be all about fun and games, but not her. Never had she been given that opportunity. She was bitter now, in spite of her young age, and she would never grow out of it.
The blue-eyed child, with his blissful ignorance, had everything she wished for. Lillith had seen death's emptiness in her mother's eyes as life was being drained from her. She was broken beyond repair, doomed to never properly function again. "Now, now," she murmured soothingly, mimicking the way Miska would have consoled her. "Don't cry." Mere centimeters separated their muzzles from touching, his puppy breath pushing forth with every exhale to escape his perky little snout. He was a cute little one, and for that reason only, she would do her best not to completely ruin his innocence. There was no explanation, nothing that could've given her a legitimate reason to inflict him with pain. But she had to. She needed someone to sympathize with her, to understand how ugly she felt on the inside. "Lean over, like this," she said, gently shoving the Clouded Tears puppy on his side.
To her surprise, the victim let himself be guided by her movements. "Close your eyes," This time, she didn't wait for him to oblige. Her weight had him pinned to the ground within seconds, her paw applying pressure on top of his fragile little skull. His head was stuck in a vice, between her claws and mother earth, and there was no way he'd make it out without suffering a few cuts and a massive headache. Wriggling ensued. "Stop it, stupid," she commanded, suddenly annoyed with his reaction. Although small, he could certainly put up a fight. Aquamarine orbs wandered to the nearest weapon on the floor, if it could be considered as such. Applying her whole weight onto the boy's smaller body, Lillith awkwardly reached for the squashed beetle with her teeth. Her jaw reopened seconds later, dropping the insect into the first hole she could find; his ear canal. She then rammed it in, using her sharp little claws to shove the foreign object further towards his brain.