*~* Secret ♥ Fear *~*
04-24-2013, 02:00 AM
I have a secret fear, that I will love you still Maybe all my life, there are no secrets here Maybe I love you still, maybe all my life The soft trickling of the water spilling over the entrance to her den was the only echoing sound that reached her hypersensitive ears. Ebony pupils were dilated to the point of no color being visible. Her fur, once a rich and luxurious silver hung in filthy clumped matts, tugging on her flesh and making the skin raw and irritable. Her claws, carved and deadly scraped against the bitter stone, jagged and uneven as her legs paddled uselessly along the ground. Her body writhed against the heavy stones, muscles spasming, spine arching, cracking and relaxing, her plume became a writhing python of discontent... whether it was pain or pleasure that had captured the creature, it was impossible to tell... until one drew a touch closer to her and the coppery tang of iron reached ones nostrils. Blood was spattered upon the walls, the dilation of her eyes had nothing to do with narcotics or an indulgence in sins of chemical origin... only pain. I fear that when I lie, beside the woman I will call my wife Then I will hear your voice, your heart will call to me- Maybe all my life, all my life, all my life. The tiny life would gaze at the metal cage that surrounded her, barbed fences that sizzled and sparked with electrical currents, she retreated in fear, curling her tiny bodice into a compacted ball in the center of the cage. She sunk deep into the snow, shivering against the bitter cold, her breath coming in puffed wisps as eyes the color of ice sought her mother... or at least the scent she had imprinted on. But there was no one here, no one on this side of the cage. She was alone, and so very, very cold. The sound of crunching snow had her barely developed ears swiveling. Foolish hope blossoming in her chest as the large, cumbersome two legged creature stepped into her line of vision. It wasn't her mama. Fat fingers coiled around her scruff and she yelped as she was lifted from the warm spot her body had created. He smashed her down onto a steel table and she screamed, high pitched yelps and whimpers erupting from her larynx. He spoke in a language she did not understand and clamped something heavy with steel around her neck, a blinking red light glaring upon the ice. "Votre nom est Luce vous peu de merde, et tirerez-vous jusque au ya mourez-vous? vous ici je?"(Your name is Luce you little shit, and you'll pull until ya die... you hear me?) She screamed again, teeth sinking into something warm and soft as she struggled for her freedom and the two legged monster let out a scream, throwing her into the electric fence. She screamed again, scampering away from the steel walls muscles twitching in horrid spasms. The two legged monster roared his fury, drew a device from his pocket and pressed upon it... it seemed the fence was unnecessary and violently, her body seized. She collapsed under the onslaught of agony in her undeveloped body. At a tender two weeks, she wished her suffering to end. Dark flame of mine, light of the morning. Dark flame of mine, how do I, how do I, How do I know? Dark flame of mine, no destination. Dark flame of mine, how do I, how do I, how do I get over you? Blood oozed from the horrid gaping wound. The pain was its own aphrodisiac, filling her blood stream with endorphins, clouding her thoughts, logical thinking and judgment. No sounds escaped her larynx, she had no more words to speak, no more seductions to deliver, no more biting words, no more hatred to spew like a toxic venom, no more idiocies to cause... she was harmless, emotion had severed her, it vanquished a long thought foe and it would claim its kill. Her maw would stretch wide in a soundless scream of utter agony and tears would fall from eyes of ice like the tiny trickle of the stream that separated her from reality. Her muscles rippled beneath her flesh, protesting each swing of her pads, every irritable twist that made the injury worse. Blood and the salt of empty tears, her body rolled and the pool of maroon that had formed beneath her soaked into her fur, her maw, her snout, painting her a macabre shade of red. A splinter in the mind, imagination or a lonely heart. Am I the victim of manipulation or the woman part? And when my dying day reaches my open arms, I know I'll find, It will contain my fear It will assuage the torture of my mind, of my mind, in my mind. She would shift, chains rattling, elegant coat billowing as a strong gust of wind whipped through the mountains. The snow had long since numbed her pads and her breath carried billows of steam into the air. The chains were heavy, her back ached, her muscles trembled, her vision blurred, her chest heaved. Cold oculars carried as much sympathy and love as the bitter terrain that surrounded her. She would snort, claws digging into the snow as the team was halted. She would stare hollowly, without care or remorse as the male before her crumpled, collapsing into a quivering heap upon the snow, his breath coming sharp and strained, his coat ragged and mangled. The sharp crack of a whip mere inches from her audits had her ears swiveling backwards to pin against her cranium. The two legged monstrosities coiled their fat fingers around his muzzle, another plunged a syringe and a needle straight into the wolfs heart. She watched with cold, detached eyes as he screamed, fighting futily against the humans strong hold, but they injected him and suddenly the wolf was standing, on a cracked femur, a cardiac puncture of some opioid... brutal but effective. They made it another hour before the limb simply gave up the ghost and the male sunk with an audible scream of misery. The resounding gunshot would echo in her brain for hours to come. The bits of skull and brain matter that clung to her fur? That would stay a few days later. Not for the first time... had she wished that pistol to be blasted her way... put the poppy seeds she had hidden beneath her tongue were simply too divine, she bit into one, to numb and dull her senses, they took the pain away regardless if it was physical or emotional. The rattling of chains, a harsh command and she was straining under the weight of the massive cargo they were carrying... she was moving and that was all that mattered, muscles could tear and bones could shatter, but they wouldn't touch her so long as she kept moving. She crunched another poppy seed. I can't eat without you, baby. I can't dream without your love. I can't swim without your love. I can't see without you, baby. The dame stilled, her body ceasing its restless movement, her chest rise and fell with labored breaths. her scent it was gone... Neo's scent, it was gone. Replaced by the wicked tang of life's essence and the lingering inhibitions of death. her body trembled. Eyes fluttering shut and reopening, she glanced upon her forelimb, the gash ran the length of the appendage, drooling blood even still upon the rough stones. She had fantasized of this moment from the day she was born. What was that old quote? The one that old bastard of a wolf used to hum to her through the cold steel? The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had... but this one wasn't a dream. Her life would end amongst an empty choir, there would be no angels awaiting the last beat of her heart, only a plethora of demonic entities waiting to suck her down to the depths of hell... but surely physical pain could not compare to the utter ache of her heart. Such emotions she had never been made to feel and she knew they would destroy her... or perhaps they wouldn't? Perhaps they would merely set her free? Was this what true freedom felt like? Perhaps it had merely helped her to find the courage to do something she should have done years ago. She lifted her maw, with what little strength her body had maintained and gently brushed her tongue over the wound her own canine had inflicted. A stuttered moan left her maw at the sensation of pain. Neo... Neo would have to forgive her, she could take no more chains. The wound wouldn't be enough to kill her...probably, but it would set her free. Her cranium sunk back to the floor, a soft whisper of a name no one here would recognize, before the blackness took her. Dark flame of mine, light of the morning. Dark flame of mine, how do I, how do I, how do I know? Dark flame of mine No destination. Her legs would stretch, gobbling the rocky mountain beneath her as she flew. Chains would rattle like sirens calls in the wind as the rag tag pack shot through the snow. Explosions sounded from the mountaintops like erupting lava from a volcano. Chunks of shrapnel flew like obnoxious hummingbirds, impossible to evade, impossible to outrun. Chunks carved into the collar around her neck, until finally it gave up and fell uselessly into the snow. The slaves, all of them, they were free, they were safe, at least for now. Blood oozed from wounds festering with chucks of metal and only when she had reached the bottom of the mountains did she turn, the rest, leaving her behind in the dust. Black smoke billowed up into the air, blocking out the very sun. She wondered if it wasn't an ominous foreboding, warning her of the challenges she would face. surely nothing could be as horrid as the life of a slave? She starred for a moment longer than she should have before she vanished, deep into the Langes forest, shaking the brief moment of weakness where she yearned to be a part of that ominous dark cloud... nothing more than ash and dust, for she would never truly be free now would she? Their chains would linger even once the metal corroded away. First things first, she needed to find some poppies... she had wounds to treat. Dark flame of mine, how do I, how do I, how do I know? Dark flame of mine, light of the morning. Dark flame of mine, how do I, how do I, how do I get over you? (((OOC: Lyrics belong too the lovely Daniel Bedingfield! But he gave me such amazing muse for my beloved druggie that I absolutely had to use them. All credits go rightfully to him <333 ))) Speech, |
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