Blame It On My ADD, Baby {Jup}
12-06-2014, 12:49 PM
What became of a creature when they no longer felt like whom they were at birth? What was to be done about those who strayed from their intended path, carving out their own, living by their own mistakes and sins? Was it wrong? Right? Necessary? Was it possible that all of those options could be correct?
The red-brown girl who walked along was no Sovari child. The blood ran in her veins, but disowned by her own mother, a beast who put her own needs before her children, no, without even warning her children... Arisu didn't care if Vi ever reconciled with her. At one point in time all she longed for was acceptance from her mother, to grow into a soldier for the red woman to mold and shape into nothing by a weapon at her disposal.
Then came Fia. The sister who gave her word to not do as their mother did and abandon her crown. Yet where was Apollyon now? It was in the hands of some other pack after getting disbanded. The girl would give a snort of disgust. Acidic eyes were narrowed, suggesting little sleep had been granted to the beast since she began traveling back here, back to Alacritia.
No longer was she going to try to be what she was not. No longer would she live for the sins of others or in their shadows. A year and a half she was, and the girl was ready to live and die by her own fangs and claws. A hard lesson had needed to be learned first. But it was that lesson, and the phoenix that gave it to her, that made Arisu realize her mistake was trying to live for the sake of others. To live, to truly thrive, you needed to put yourself first... and damn the rest.
Nose would flare as she breathed in the scent. The memory was faint, but oh she would recognize it anywhere. Arisu would stop, close to the borders of Ludicael, not that she knew the place by name. But the phoenix was here. The girl would throw back her head, giving no heed, not shame in how different the howl would sound without her tongue. Such things no longer bothered her and, those who dared make a mockery of it with no right to do so, well, they just became her target practice.
Call made the girl would wait. She would not sit. No... she would not let her guard down, even if this was intended to be a visit of "peace". Ears would prick some, frosty breath expelled from her breath. Would the woman show?
The red-brown girl who walked along was no Sovari child. The blood ran in her veins, but disowned by her own mother, a beast who put her own needs before her children, no, without even warning her children... Arisu didn't care if Vi ever reconciled with her. At one point in time all she longed for was acceptance from her mother, to grow into a soldier for the red woman to mold and shape into nothing by a weapon at her disposal.
Then came Fia. The sister who gave her word to not do as their mother did and abandon her crown. Yet where was Apollyon now? It was in the hands of some other pack after getting disbanded. The girl would give a snort of disgust. Acidic eyes were narrowed, suggesting little sleep had been granted to the beast since she began traveling back here, back to Alacritia.
No longer was she going to try to be what she was not. No longer would she live for the sins of others or in their shadows. A year and a half she was, and the girl was ready to live and die by her own fangs and claws. A hard lesson had needed to be learned first. But it was that lesson, and the phoenix that gave it to her, that made Arisu realize her mistake was trying to live for the sake of others. To live, to truly thrive, you needed to put yourself first... and damn the rest.
Nose would flare as she breathed in the scent. The memory was faint, but oh she would recognize it anywhere. Arisu would stop, close to the borders of Ludicael, not that she knew the place by name. But the phoenix was here. The girl would throw back her head, giving no heed, not shame in how different the howl would sound without her tongue. Such things no longer bothered her and, those who dared make a mockery of it with no right to do so, well, they just became her target practice.
Call made the girl would wait. She would not sit. No... she would not let her guard down, even if this was intended to be a visit of "peace". Ears would prick some, frosty breath expelled from her breath. Would the woman show?