'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)
06-14-2013, 07:39 PM
Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men! It is the music of the people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your hearts echo?s the beating of the drums, There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. Mirror reflectors passed the shadows as they followed in the distance. Mimicked between the dark and light of two torn souls. She was the perfect coupling reaction. The soft swish of her tail had turned to stone as the call from the drums of violence filled the night. Pounding in the earth that stirred her blood to boil. Who dared to call to their god? Who her mother prayed to so religiously? How dare they do this! Everything was building and she had been so happy. Unity was so hard to come by and yet they had it, if only for a fraction of a second. Yet stones cant seem to fly in any direction then that of their home. Resentment was building deep inside her stomach. What her mother had given to have it all, to feed them and love them and protect them all as her own children. What had he given? Nothing but what his name stood for but none of that mattered even as the resentment settled in her stomach like a cold black stone. He was her father and only they could torment him or possibly destroy him. If only their mother could see the truth of it all. Her home was meant to be Tortuga and this had put a damper in their travels. Their mother was meant to bring all of them to her new home. So she could say goodbye to her lovely brother. Well, her brothers, but who could say what the hell Salamander was becoming. Who were these wolves calling sentences that were never meant to be set? She could feel the heat of her mother?s rage in the depths of the shadows. It was as if it electrified the snow and brought it life threw her pain. Nothing was more admirable then her mothers passion and loyalty. It was never yielding and even their aunt Zara she could see the love in her mothers gaze. She wondered if she would ever know such things. She stood in the distance. Her gaze shifting towards the bitch who called for her fathers head. Regardless of how she was feeling about him she wanted no one to touch him. Her dark lips flew back in a deep snarl. The mocked imagery of her death over and over again played in those violet eyes. If she killed him. Her head would belong to them at some point. If only she was older, just a little bit bigger, she could fight the queen and steal her crown for her mother?s approval. She still wanted to journey to Tortuga and to wander her new home but she would fight for her family above anything else. ?I see the bitch cares not about his family. Such a heartless little harlot.? She snarled, her gaze shifting towards the other who challenged her mother. ?Amenti is no place for little fever ridden pawns. If you win our family will revolt against you and consume the very source of your soul!? She warned, yet she kept her rage to herself as her mother shot her a warning look. Her ears fell back. She knew that look. She knew her mother didn?t need help but she couldn?t help the outrage that was building in her heart. This was her birth land being challenged by some stranger and for what reason? She had never seen this wolf before so what desire could she have for their home? If she won it did she honestly think no one would challenge her? That they would all stand by idly and allow her to conquer their home? She was sorely mistaken. Her gaze shifted, where was her brothers? Her aunts? Champion and Zara? Hadn?t they heard the summoning? Weren?t they just as outraged as she was! What would her new alpha do if his treaty crumbled before him? Would he offer a place for her mother? Would she take it? So many questions reeled in her mind. |