Pull The Noose Tighter And Lift A Little Higher
No longer did her victim move. He had been a monster, a living replica of a man she thought she killed, yet here, he had been here! Rainbow sat by his body, only two spots upon the corpse showing the makes of her work. His throat, which had been torn in neat form, had caused blood to pull around his head. Further blood, from a much less neater gaping hole in his chest, was her second set of work. No longer did the beating organ beat in his chest. Nay, it lay in her gut, where she had made a meal of it. Her eyes shown with a dull anger, the flame flickering within her own chest. Why, why dammit why? She had killed him before. She had killed him!
Rainbow would rise, getting to her paws. Spittle flew from her jaws as she snapped, ears pinned to her head. "Why? Why are you still alive? Why did you come back!? Dammit! Answer me!" Her pained words fell from her muzzle as she spun away. Head would shake back and forth, something, some invisible beast, scratching at her brain. Whispering forbidden words!
"It's a trick... I'm imagining things. No... this can't be the same monster as before. That's impossible... yes... impossible. Easy... calm... I... I am... calm." The beast would breathe in and out and finally she would settle, coming to sit a few feet away from the corpse. Gaze rose to the moon that sat high above, tinted with red. Could this have been the same moon she watched when she was but a child? Surely it had been. Such a cold beauty it was. Eyes slowly closed, and Rainbow would exhale, heaving a sigh heavy with her loneliness. None had taken her into company for long... other than he. But no, here she was alone. She stalked these lands a predator, a monster, as all saw her for her coat. So that was what she gave them, what she became for them. She became the monster they wanted, that they were dying to see.
...but Rainbow had no idea that here she was no longer alone. |
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But that was enough of that. Rainbow would turn away from her victim, licking the blood from her muzzle. Her mind was no longer focused upon her sorrows, but rather upon the unique woman who approached her. Pink-red eyes would trail over her physique, giving a small nod. "...and I feel better now, seeing another individual so unique and beautiful. Yet... I would fear you too have been plagued by injustices, haven't you? These beasts don't understand us." She would pause, standing in a respectful pose. Head would lower, almost a bow. "They call me Rainbow Syndrome, hun. May I have the honor of knowing your name or title, madam?"
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She was used to staring, she was used to people openly gawking at her but she was honestly quite sick of it considering it had been the whole reason she had left Imperium. So when the woman began openly staring Dione immediately began to bristle, becoming slowly enraged as the woman began to stare but then she would speak, not calling her names or pointing out her horns of coloration and slowly her rage would begin to fizzle and die away. Conversation would begin to flow from her lips, words soft and yet haunted as she motioned to the dead corpse and began to talk of monsters. Dione knew all about monsters... The woman would turn away from her kill, her prize, her monster and address Dione now, her head lowered respectfully as she spoke of Dione's beauty and injustice. "Injustices come to all wolves of colour. There are none who can understand us like our own kind this is true. I am Dione Lydia, Queen of Lydovne a pack of coloured wolves not far from here. Its a great pleasure to meet you Rainbow, your pelt is one that would make the gods weep..." Dione would say softly, eyes roving over the the woman's multi coloured pelt in wonder. She had never seen so many colours!
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