We Keep the Demons Down Below

*Resin* · 04-22-2021, 03:06 PM

As if the situation wasn't bad enough, the sound of approaching approaching pawsteps echoed through the long stone chamber. In the low light of the fire, the shape of Rudyard appeared. She watched from the shadows as the boy blinked against the darkness, then tentatively moved forward. She didn't want him here. She didn't want any of them here. Perhaps it would have been better to simply leave the territory and strike out on her own, but she would be subjecting strangers to the death and destruction that she knew she was capable of.

The mottled child stepped forward and questioned her before another set of paws, more hurried than the last, sounded on the stairs. Soon Artorias was there, placing himself between the bars of her cage and his brother. It was obvious that the blue boy knew what she'd done. She could see the accusation in his golden eyes. She didn't wince or physically react as another wolf might. The grey woman simply sat tall within her cell and stared at the boys before her. They were growing so quickly...

Art took a few steps towards her and she stared at him through the rusted bars. His words brought obsidian ears flicking forward, showing that she was listening. She sat silently for a time, warring with herself. She could shut down. She could flip the switches of emotion easily and feel nothing. Or she could tell them the truth. She could own up to what she'd done, though she'd no memory of doing so. Engaging in conversation with her sons would only prolong their interaction. Resin didn't want to speak. She didn't want to socialize. She didn't want to see the two boys before her ever again.

Their expectant eyes eventually worked on her. She could at least give her sons some closure. After a long stretch of silence, the scarred woman finally spoke. "My mind is not my own. I did not know who Tamsyn was." She took a breath, still staring at them. "I cannot trust myself, nor can I be trusted around others. I will live the rest of my days in this cell."

A familiar intensity entered the fae's singular eye. "Ulric will take over until one of my children grow old enough and capable enough to rule." That was a hint to the pair of them to work hard make themselves into good wolves. A moment of sentimentality struck and she spoke again. "Take care of one another. Take care of your sisters. Take care of your mother. Learn. Grow. Make me proud."

Turning away from the pair, Resin moved back into the deep shadows of the chamber, depositing herself upon the raised pallet that she'd erected and covered in furs. With finality, she spoke. "Don't come down here again."

"Speech"

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