my kingdom come [DM]
01-03-2014, 06:44 PM
With bated breath, the porcelain prodigy observed in silence as the ice queen promptly breached the premises of the battlefield, calm and collected even as the tension between she and Seraphim engulfed the amphitheater. Subconsciously, the wraith would lower her chest to the earth as the battle commenced, uncertainty clouding her diseased mind as she watched with dilated pupils, mismatched gaze unwavering from the pallid forms of her parents even as she felt the warmth of her littermate encompass her side. A multitude of scents writhed through her nasal cavity as witnesses gathered upon the sidelines, each waiting for the inevitable outcome in a state of total silence; death would soon beckon either of her parents to a realm far beyond their current, and the babe could not help but succumb to the dread of this realization. With each sickening crack! of ruptured bone and splatter of crimson liquid upon the earth, the sinewy muscle lurking beneath her pallid exterior would contract accordingly ? a minute flinch with each injury either parent sustained that would serve as a step closer to their impending execution. Quickly, the babe would decipher the defeated from the victor as her sire?s grave injuries began adding up, and although it was the conclusion she had expected even before the challenge had been issued, angst gnawed away at the confines of her calculating mind as she awaited the unavoidable. As her mother and father rapidly descended in their final fall, each with a fatal grip upon the other?s neck, the wraith allowed her skull to elevate from its perch upon the backs of her forepaws, anxiety seeping through her pores in the form of a concerned stare as she attempted to process what had just occurred. The deity she had sold her soul to detached herself from Seraphim?s grip, and despite the relief that consumed her upon the recognition of her mother?s victory, she would remain stagnant in her stance. Amethyst and metallic gaze would remain fixated upon the fallen form of her brutish sire, almost pleading for the faintest twitch or sign of life upon his body, and yet her eyes would not receive what they subconsciously desired to envision ? he was gone after suffering the extensive wrath of the ice queen. While pride coursed through her veins at her mother?s achievement, a void had manifested too, solemnly aware that she may have been able to convince her mother against assassination. It mattered little now, however; what was done, was done ? for good. The babe would not rush to congratulate her mother on her victory nor would she stir to aid the woman with the injuries she had obtained throughout the battle, statue-esque in composure as shock settled into the pit of her gullet. It was not until her brother abruptly burst forward that her attention finally diverted from the lifeless corpse of her father, oblivious to Ares? intentions until his unhinged jaws extended to seize their mother?s jugular. ?No! Without so much as a moment?s hesitation, the phantom prodigy leapt to her paws, mismatched gaze narrowed in on Ares? left side as she sought to close the gap between their bodies before his jaws connected upon their intended target, elongated limbs pumping swiftly as if she could stop what was fate. Rage seared through her interior as her brother?s incisors penetrated the life-supplying veins in their mother?s neck, causing the wounds to weep a deep crimson that screeched of their severity before the bitch could comprehend what her sibling had managed to do. Pain radiated through her shoulder as she successfully collided into her brother?s side, forcing him to relinquish his grasp upon their mother?s neck and stumble out of her way. Ares had committed a crime so unforgiveable, and yet, he would not fall subject to her wrath quite yet as her eyes turned upon the crumbled heap of her mother?s motionless form, limbs bending to bring her closer to the earth where her mother lain. ?M..mother?? the doppelganger muttered, eyes welling with tears for the first time as emotion seeped through to her exterior. Salmon tongue writhed through her velveteen lips as she desperately attempted to cleanse the bleeding wounds afflicted upon her mother?s neck, blindly hoping that she would somehow manage to heal the woman with naught but her saliva. ?Do not leave me too. "Please..." |
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