Unrelenting forces [Artemis]

N/A · 12-28-2013, 05:53 PM

Her mother's effeminate aroma thickly shrouded the woodland, making it an easy task to pinpoint the location of her recently-orphaned younger siblings. Despite the comfort the familiar perfume provided the pallid banshee with, a sensation of utmost dread and vacancy wormed its way through to her interior with each breath taken, horrid and vivid memories rushing back to haunt the wraith as the pristine visage of the ice queen flashed before her mismatched eyes, unwavering even as her pale lids fluttered to obscure her surroundings and view. The illusion was so real that it frightened the babe, and yet, no matter the countless attempts to rid herself of the memory of her mother's demise at the paws of her own flesh and blood, there was no escaping it or her past; it was a thought that would forever plague her and burn at the back of her mind, she was certain of it.

As she sauntered through the land encumbered in perpetual gloom in desperate search of the forgotten youth of her bloodline, wishing to claim them as her own, a foreign scent invaded her nostrils, causing her intentions to abruptly shift as she pushed onward with a newfound sense of fury. Triangular ears pressed tightly against the contours of her pallid crown and mismatched gaze narrowed to dangerous silver and violet slits, pupils ravaging her surroundings in pursuit of the intruder, anxiety leaking through her pores as she contemplated the exact whereabouts and safety of her half-siblings -- was this stranger an ally to her father and Devya? The very thought was enough to worry the phantom, a low growl vibrating her larynx as the concept of her siblings' endangerment consumed her, forcing her pace to quicken as well as the pulsations of her heart; the stranger would face her merciless wrath should she find any harm had come to her brothers.

After what felt like ages of eating away the distance between she and the invader, the masculine and undeveloped physique of the foreign canine breached her surroundings, causing the wraith's upper lip to twitch just barely before she launched herself mere meters in front of the adolescent, adopting an atypically aggressive stance as the fine strands of fur bristled along her spinal column. "If you wish to find my brothers, you will find naught but death in your path," the phantom warned, skull descending over her broad chest cavity as her limbs spread equidistant apart, each appendage bending slightly at the knee while her blackened nails grappled the earth beneath her for traction. Given recent events, it was only expected of the wraith to believe it was her against the world -- and this juvenile was no exception to that belief, especially not while she roamed the once-domain of her mother.

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