Murder, she wrote.
Eltrys
Hala hated all around her, and let little bother her, but that male really did bother her. Coming into that of her own personal bubble. It didn't leave a good taste in her mouth that's for sure. She rose her head for a moment, before another's scent drifted to her nostrils. Which caused her nose to flare, and her lips to also curl up into a snarl. Another one to trespass too close to her? 'He is coming to kill you, you stupid bitch.' This caused a deeper more serious growl. Her hackles rose, Stephen's voice playing over and over again. He couldn't be right could he? Achyla was dead, her and Doyle made sure of that. "Achyla is dead you moronic asshole." Her own voice dripped with venom and hatred for anyone and anything to hear. She didn't care.
She didn't notice the other completely right yet. 'Told you he was coming for you.' She growled, snarling once again. Achyla somehow was stalking her. "You are nothing but a damn ghost to come and haunt me aren't you Achyla! Come back to do what was done to you - god damn you."
The butterfly would fight if needed, although she didn't enjoy fighting not after bringing the fall to her own flesh and blood. The other soon came into veiw. "You are not Achyla as I thought you were. But didn't anyone ever tell you not to startle or sneak up on someone. Or stalk them?" She backed up her hackles rose to only fall amongst her shoulders and spine. Her eyes still watching carefully, the woman was still on edge however. He soon came into her line of vision, he was not that of Achyla. The one she helped murder. And this male did not seem to want to bring her danger but that didn't mean she wasn't ready for a fight if she truly had to.
"This one does not smell of death asshole, now leave me the fuck alone!" Vocals rose an octive. She wasn't in no mood, no mood for Stephen to continue tormenting her. Not now. Not ever. But he was a part of her as she was apart of him now. There were times that she wish it would all end, but would that honestly make it all end? Probably not. Orange pools closing tightly, as shaking her head, saliva thrown every which way, trying to make it end.
'Foolish bitch, thinking you could live without me. I am you as you are me. Now, what do we say about finding out if this is Achyla once and for all? Or let the cards fall were they may even if it causes your own death.' He was nothing but a tormenter. As slowly opening her eyes, squinting threw barely opened visionaires. She noticed that this male was not her brother nor his ghost. But a complete stranger, as he introduced himself loud enough to drown out the voice of her torment.
"Hala. Hala." Breathes were long and drawn out, trying to focus now, it was a every day battle. "I think I will stay here for a bit, and allow the demons or ghosts torment me." Tilting her skull to the side as her ears perked. She wasn't ready to leave these woods yet.
"You have brought the judgement. Achyla what shall it come down to." Visionaires shifting towards the masculine once more. Not being able to recall if it was Achyla, or another. He didn't sound like him, but it didn't make her worry any less, she allowed saliva to drip from her maw, tainting the ground below her own mass. She may not be as big or brawny, but she was surefooted and fast upon her own legs. If that needed to happen.
Confusion, a blanket of it clouded her mind. Making the illusion seem more real than what it already was for the woman. Her brother was here to bring death knocking on her door as she had him. Was it right of her? Maybe...maybe not. She looked to the other. "Achyla, we end this now!" She wanted death to bring her down, wanted it, so the voices would stop. A tender younger vocals slipped threw her mind. But it was too late. 'It is not Achyla.. Hala. No need to speak to this stranger who seems to want to help.' What if it wasn't her brother, and she was snapping like this?
He spoke with a reassuring tone, showing his protective nature towards those he cared for. The butterfly acknowledged this feeling and reciprocated. Her response came a moment later, words stumbling out hesitantly.
"I..... I"She could barely get out a few words. Her body started to feel weak, Stephen had prepared her to fail just like the man before him. Was she a failure? She shook her head in disbelief.
"a-a-am sorry."She took in quick, shallow breaths, feeling nauseous. She reminded herself that it wasn't her brother she had killed. Bowing her head, she let out a shallow sigh."Forgive me, I thought...." The sentence was cut short as the vocal cords faded away.
"It is not foolish to be right, Eltrys," she said, her voice filled with worry. "Things were done that were not allowed." She couldn't bring herself to confess to what she had done, but the guilt would always haunt her. The nightmares would never end, just like the question of whether heaven or hell truly existed. She took matters into her own hands, ending the life of a family member who had poisoned another. She bowed her head before meeting Eltrys' gaze.
"I find Wraith's Woods to be too intense for me. Demons seem to be playing tricks in my mind," she said with a slow, shallow breath. "It's not for the faint of heart." She shifted her focus to her surroundings and asked, "Could you show a stranger like me how to navigate out of this place?" Her smile wasn't radiant or lovely, more of a sly grin. She wondered if she could ever trust this rugged individual, perhaps even consider him an ally or friend.
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