It's not even breakfast
11-17-2013, 02:00 PM
? Mother. The pale matriarch had been the first thought that entered the phantom?s mind as she awoke on the battlegrounds of war, caked in the blood of her fallen adversaries and then some that had drained from her own defeated body. The wraith had been conscious to hear the desperate screech that had resonated from her sovereign?s lips far off from where numerous battles had been waged, she had been conscious to taste the savory fluids that her incisors extracted from the sable assailant that attacked the Glaciem king, she had been conscious to feel teeth plunge into the base of her tail and conscious to feel the eagle?s talons gouge into her left shoulder blade, but she could recall nothing more than that. She was only aware of the fact that she had been felled by an unseen opponent and that he had spared her health, but such a concept of her first defeat did not faze the wench; no ? the unknown had seen victory only because of her exhaustion. Regardless, the babe was alive and felt more alive than she ever had as she maneuvered carefully towards her mother?s birthing site where she had been expected to remain, internally vowing to respond to Canttina?s distressed call at a later date. Informing her mother of recent happenings ? including Ares? betrayal and Codeine?s return ? was far more important than whatever it was that the masked woman wanted with her. As she breached beyond her mother and younger siblings? domain, battered and bruised, the prominent scent of a male flooded her nasal cavity, a forced snort expelling the rancid aroma from her nostrils as she realized exactly who the stench belonged to: her mother?s fuckbuddy. Despite the pain that wracked her body, the phantom accelerated in the direction the scent emanated from, irritation sweeping her interior as the brutish goliath came into view, accompanied by a small whelp that she could only assume was one of her younger siblings. Rather than immediately confront the sinister creature that sired the newest Elysius, the babe sluggishly drew closer to the duo, obscuring herself from view behind a dense bush, pupils observant as they remained fixated upon the encounter before her, muscles coiled in preparation to intervene in the worst-case scenario. Should the hellion choose to touch the slightest hair upon the child?s head, the babe would not hesitate to end his existence ? injured or not. A smirk crept upon her countenance and triangular ears careened forward to better catch the vocals that spewed from both father and child?s lips, appeased by the undaunted nature of the tyke as he bristled and growled at the behemoth that intercepted his path. ? Definitely an Elysius. As the father spoke, however, the amusement dissipated from her bloodied visage and her upper lip unfurled to expose tainted incisors in a show of momentary fury, robust appendages propelling the wench towards the duo as she breached a decision. All sense of emotion vacated her facial features as she approached her younger sibling?s right side, mismatched gaze never leaving the pallid male, daring him to cause harm to the child. ?If that is so,? she began in response to his final statement, halting beside her younger sibling and allowing her bloodied neck to descend defensively over her breast, ?Perhaps you should play your part as ?father? and ensure no harm comes to him.? |
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