M-blood on the ivory

Selene Vansenza · 05-28-2012, 05:21 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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This is the time, where Selene gets a bit--Scary.MAJOR WARNING FOR LANGUAGE. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you a potential psyco. But of course, people wouldn't normally see her this way. LIEK A BOMBBB 1687 WORDS!

"You said you're not mates. He could chose anyone he wants to. Like, me." Sneered the feminine voice, a mix of ice and razor combined, both so sharp that it cut into her soul. The voice that she knew belonged to someone she despised with every little atom of her heart, someone that if she could--She would kill on contact. "You've already gotten what you want. You've won." Came the answer from deep within herself, and the dream--Became much more real, yet fuzzy. Yet frayed around the edges, much like the tendrils of hate and fear creeping onto the girl's vision. In the dream, her body turned towards the horizon, waking steadily towards somewhere, a place not known by the young woman. But nonetheless safer. Warmer. Without fear and hate. In the bed, next to Fritz, her delicate body tossed and turned, moving painfully as everything continued on.

Ismeme and Hadley. The pair responsible for turning her life around, the pair responsible for the scars decorating her arms and legs. From that, the coydog should have grown stronger. Yet, all in all she felt weak. Worthless. And now, she was getting to see them in her sleep. The place she felt safe, where she was supposed to have her own healing and replenishing time. The air around her in the dream grew light, airy. The lighting grew brighter, white but fuzzy as if looking through a dirty telescope. Hadley stood, as she had always remembered him. He was always beautiful to her, every single scar something she could touch, feel the pain and know she had helped him grow stronger. "Hadley." The coydog whispered, moving forward to caress the side of his face. All seemed well, everything was fine...And in the morning, she would be nestled safely in his arms. A sunny smile, the best type she could imagine crossed his mottled features, he himself stepping forward. But it wasn't her his sights were upon, but another woman, a woman flanked in silky grey and silvery hair. Isa again. She couldn't watch as they brought eachother into the embracing open arms, running off into the light amber forest awaiting her. Tears dropped down her face and fell to the soil beneath her feet, sobs shook her body. But there was no sound. No one to come to her aid, no one to help this go away.

Soon, the hybrid snapped awake. The blankets around her had become very much tousled and a wild look, a feral yet hurt glint in her eyes was all that there was to note about her. A hand wiped the tears that had spewed from her mahogany eyes, pushing the messy black waves from her eyes. With swift steps she moved to the other side of the bed, kissing Fritz's face softly with a pink tongue. It was truly unfair to him, to shove him away and disregard him when in states of grief. Her love for him was strong, but the hate for her enemies stronger. Sel picked up the dagger by the bed, turning it slowly in her palm. "I'll be back--Later." Her voice was thick, her throat almost closed in another sob. There was something she had to do.

A bottle of wine was also picked up, a big bottle of sickly reddish purple, clutched under one thin arm possessively. It would numb her nerves, calm whatever fucked-up memories of with something she hated most. Having ever. Ever meeting Hadley. Her life had been shit beforehand. Never should she have trusted him to take her greatest fears to hand and hold them like he used to hold her. Keep them safe and away from harm. But he had never done that. The Shepard-coyote stepped lightly out into the cool night air, closing her eyes as a slight breeze ruffled her fur ever so slightly. The white top she had selected softly caressed her body in the wind, the downy, gauzy edges almost angelic on a form she would never believe beautiful. The sea ahead was clear, soft and as gentle as a lamb in the way the waves lapped against the shore and rocks like a puppy nuzzling its mother. That's where she headed. Down towards the water, knife and wine bottle clutched in her hands.

The sand had been dry and fairly comfortable to sit on, and there the girl reclined, against a sturdy rock, the camp to her back and eyes to the horizon. She was close enough to have the waves lap against her toes, gentle soothing kisses as if to calm the disturbances within the girl, as I'd to brush away the unease and vibrations of angst building up like silt in the tawny female. But whatever Poseidon was planning, to soothe the demons, it was not working. They were to blame. They deserved pain, not her. They deserved to be fucked against their will when simply trying to stay alive. They had to have a piece of her fucking anxieties for once. THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONES TO CUT INTO THEMSELVES. To be the ones to bleed, to scar. To hurt.

And Hadley. How could he even contemplate ever trying to cheat? What did he do? Go out and look for a good time everyone he needed a good fuck? Right under her nose? It was lucky of her to have a good man, a man who was actually real Someone who wouldn't cheat. And from the start, the black and brown hybrid knew he wouldn't. But now, the scars marred her body, and the scars of their unfaithfulness marred her soul. "Fucking sluts." Selene mumbled, standing and clutching the wine bottle. "Stupid cunt. Thinks he can go out and fuck the world! Argh!" The anger, from a while had built up like sediment, and no one would know. This fit would lead to something somewhat like healing.

Selene didn't want to cry. Exude more weakness by spreading more unworldly droplets of pain and sorrow. Sel didn't want him back. Didn't want Hadley. She'd rather him dead, along with the stupid fuck he chose instead. "Not a real man. A pussy!" Selene said a little louder, her breath growing quicker as she paced around the beach, dropping the knife in the swirled sand beneath her feet. Her head was closed in scarred palms. Someday they would pay. Someday they would face something that she would be the ringmaster of. She wanted Hadley to cry. Wanted Isa to scream, to HURT! A snarl ripped from bared teeth and lips, instinctively smashing the bottle of liquor on a rock that towered above the petite vixen's head. Stray shards of glass wedged themselves in her fist and hand, blood welling up in pools. It dripped onto the white clean shirt she donned, but I'd didn't even come close to notice for the slight woman. It stained, just like the scars in her soul, as well as the ones that littered her body. The stars poked out from the sky above her, dainty and pure. Not like her. Never like Selene. She was overly corrupted to come across as innocent and untouched. She had let herself be fucked by a manwhore. Thrown around by an ugly slut. She trembled softly, hating the descent to madness she was falling to. But like a wildfire, it wasn't easily contained.

Never with these kind of fires.

Finally, it simmered down. Either the female had worn herself out, or the blood leaking from her hands was becoming less. The front of her shirt was red by now, the ivory taken over by an ugly weed, enough to show what kind of pain she was in. Her fists stung, the stink of wine was all around her. A moan, unhappy and uncivilized escaped that thin muzzle, quiet and soft. "No." She whispered, looking up with dazed maroon eyes. Above sparkled little lights, swirling and dancing above her head. A handful of them, all stunningly beautiful. Fireflies. This was not the way she wished to see them. She had once wanted to see them with Hadley. But now Fritz. This wasn't right, FRITZ WAS THE ONE. She was alone. The only moving figure on the beach. This wasn't a bringer of dreams. And dreams..."Stupid prophecies." Sel whispered, hating that she had ever mentioned the damn things to Hadley. Tears, held back messengers of emotion slipped down her angular face. "It's bullshit! Not true!" Sel yelped, no one would hear her. Not so close to the ocean as she was. Her better hand, the one she managed to pull the most shards of glass out of reached for the moving stars, swiping them out of her way. "Just bugs. Just rotten parasites. FOR NOTHING." And that, that seemed the end of her dreams. Any dreams. All there was would be Fritz. But really, there wasn't anything to wish for. She had the world with him! Children...Would she ever be good enough for something like that? After she had been made weak by Hadley, dead by Isa? Ugly by the both of them?

Sighing, calmer than she was, Selene retrieved the knife. The same one that had traced those painful lines of hurt into her body. Her own doing. But under the influence of so much. Cutting a long strip of the fabric (now soaked in blood) off her torso, she wrapped both her hands the best she could, returning without a working shirt to where Fritz slept. As she saw him, her breath caught in her throat. He would always be there. He was no whore like the rest of the men she had been involved with. The rapists on the ship...Hadley...Ismeme...They would always rank no higher than the lesser beings on the planet. Her hands finally feeling the sting, Selene settled back into the blankets, her head resting on the curve of Fritz's hip. Eyes closing, Sel kissed one of the giant's massive hands before sleeping. It won't be hard to remember in the morning...But one thing for sure, this would be the only time an event like that would happen. For sure. She'd be happy with Fritz. Live a long happy life settled in his strong arms. Children, peace. NEVER did she need Hadley or Ismeme again. All would be swell, her dependence settling in a better place. And she slept. Cuddled into his body, wounded and cut hands cradled like glass to her chest. Her chest rose and fell, sleepy. Peaceful. The anger had dispersed, serenity filling its place. Anything bottled up for too long would explode. Anything. But at last, it had been let go. She could forgive them, learn to see that it was simply a fact of life. While her hands would hurt tomorrow, her heart would be lighter. Set free from the weight of loss. Life would be better...It had to be.

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