MIDDLE FINGERS UP

N/A · 05-29-2014, 03:21 PM

Stepping foot upon the soil of her birth triggered a welcomed sense of nostalgia that only swelled within her breast as her pupils consumed the beauty of her surroundings, and yet her reason for returning was not to reminisce, but to fulfill the self-appointed duty she had imposed upon herself by thieving an unknown child. It was a heinous crime in the eyes of the morally right and yet the paladin considered herself to be a blessing in disguise; if it were not for her intervention, the babe could have been slaughtered by savage beasts that preyed upon the weak?and weak she certainly was. Limp and lavished in her own blood, the carmine beauty was completely powerless and at the mercy of the phantom deity as she swung?pendulum-like?between ruthless jaws that could either save or end her, depending upon the cooperation (or lack-there-of) of her parents. Artemis knew not when or even if the child would have a potential savior; either way, she was quite determined to seize a prize?whether or not that meant a meager meal or something far greater.

As she breached her destination at the base of a barren willow, she relinquished her hold upon the oddity, dropping her haphazardly into the snow before nudging her motionless body onto its side, intrigued just as she had been during the devil?s spastic performance. A smirk encompassed her marred countenance as she brought a singular forepaw beneath the tyke?s chin, tilting her miniscule skull backwards in one fluid motion so as to grant herself a better view of the child?s facial features. Dried crimson stains remained upon the demon?s cheeks, and although the sight was quite ghastly, the paladin found her victim to be breathtaking with her newest adornments. ?It would be a shame to have to kill you, little demon,? the former tyrant mused aloud, uncaring to the fact that the babe would not have heard her while she lingered in a realm separate from her own.

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