IN MY BODY, IN MY HEAD
11-01-2013, 11:18 AM
Unbridled fury wracked the typically composed adolescent, potent emotion evident in her thunderous footfalls as she maneuvered as swiftly as her robust limbs would carry her, desiring nothing more than to escape the company of her sibling and his bitch. A multitude of negative emotions swarmed through her diseased mind, and the unpleasant sensation it created within her was overwhelming especially to one who had not learned to understand or cope with feelings; that was one lesson her mother had failed to educate her on and therefore they affected her that much more. Her brother ? her own flesh and blood ? had betrayed the bond they had once shared and the viper was still uncertain as to why he had chosen to destroy something perpetual for something ephemeral as his relationship with the sable brat, and she wasn?t certain if she ever wished to understand. The only concept she could truly understand was that her brother had made a horribly wrong decision, and she had every intention of making him realize his dire mistake. Karma would strike her brother in due time, and when it did, she would be nowhere to be found. With staggering steps courtesy of her wounded shoulder, the phantom child approached the shoreline of an expansive body of water, desiring to cleanse the inflicted wounds upon her masculine body of any dirt or grime that had managed to enter the bleeding gashes lacing her form. Figure tensed as she breached the frigid waters of the river, a soft growl rumbling her larynx in response to the cold sting the liquid provided as it pelted her pallid flesh. Reluctantly and sluggishly, the babe allowed herself to ease into a comfortable position, leaning her right shoulder into the slow current of the river as she submerged the bottom portion of her body into the water, pupils observing as the blood seeped from the puncture wounds and into the river, slightly tainting the water a deep shade of crimson. Surely the fish lurking beneath the surface would enjoy their bloodbath ? the wraith could not help but succumb to an oncoming smirk as she reveled in masochism. Devya had managed to injure her as well, but the difference between she and the sable brat was her tendency to enjoy watching the blood pour from her own form, not just her adversary?s. |