ALL THAT WE ARE

#teenangst
also feel free to respond only when you have muse. I could not wait to post this xD you can say he just happened upon her or maybe he heard her challenge and followed her scent? idk.

It had been her covetous paws that had thieved the metaphorical crown from atop the russet-kissed ex-sovereign's skull, granting her with the means to establish her very own empire, and yet, the banshee could not deny the vacancy that devoured and wracked her interior. Her undying ambition had obtained her the one thing she had yearned for and strived for even during her youth -- the one thing her mother had treated as a necessity in life -- but even still, with the world and its power within her grasp, the pallid queen would find an astounding lack of satisfaction. The victory over Valhalla's former superior had been one to celebrate and to gloat over with her kin, but beneath the overwhelming and delightful sensation of supremacy was the underlying and dreadful sense of emptiness at the commemoration of her many losses in life, and so the conflicted paladin would abandon the urge to immediately seek out the poor souls of her broken family in favor of momentary solitude where she would hope to regather her own sense of self and direction. Willowy limbs carried the dazed tyrant from the premises of the battlefield, leading her towards her mother's grave in a trance-like state as her facial wounds continued to weep, tainting the innocent hue of her countenance with macabre decor. The lacerations upon her cheek stung in the heat of the summer air, and yet, the wraith could hardly regard her physical impairments when the scars upon her blackened heart ran much deeper as they reopened and bled so profusely and relentlessly all over her, staining her very being with uncontainable emotion. The wraith was so pathetic as she crumbled under the influence of a great sorrow that she had been so reluctant to unleash until that very moment, but as she unleashed her pain in trickles, they soon grew into streams and then floods, and then the banshee was hardly the idealistic daughter her mother had always hoped for -- she was a mess, not a stoic and powerful sovereign that the gods would kneel before. She staggered into her mother's burial site but it would not be the ice queen's face that the wraith would envision -- not alone -- no; she had lost her father too, a father that she had been bred to detest, but she understood now that he had not sought her out so long ago in spite of her mother. Perhaps he had cared for her, perhaps he had strived to make a difference in her life and the life of her brothers, but it was too late for that now -- she was forever influenced by her mother's vindictive demeanor and he was dead. Her mother was dead just as the stability of her family was dead unless she could manage to revitalize it; but it seemed an impossible feat now with her family's numbers deteriorating. She had thought she had the support of Codeine and yet he had not shown to portray it at her challenge, and two of her younger half-siblings had gone amiss; had they met with a terrible fate too? "Are we destined for greatness?" the wraith whispered hoarsely, the first time she had ever questioned her mother's beliefs. The words sounded so bitter -- so foreign -- upon her own tongue, and yet she could not stop herself from spitting them. "Or are we meant to fail..." her voice trailed off and she swallowed hard, wanting to maintain a hold upon herself without much luck.