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*Jupiter I* · 09-13-2014, 11:40 AM

Though his slight withdrawal from her warmth was necessary, she found herself stifling a protest, as if him taking a single step away would drop him straight into an abyss she could never recover him from. For the longest time, she had not thought of them. She had not thought of the small bodies she had nurtured for months on end and killed for. As if they had ceased to exist after her mind fell sick with guilt for killing Kaios--after her body had sunk to illness along with it.

Now, though, she was strong. There was not guilt in the eradicator's mind any longer. Her killing had been right and she had removed from the earth a scourge. She had p u n i s h e d the evil that no one else had grown the balls to. While the rest had cowered, she had rose above. They'd clung so hypocritically to their morality, preached of how horrible his deeds were, but were so willing to turn the other cheek when action was called for.

He drew close with his words and the world began to fall in on her. He gave her what she'd always needed, always needed ever since she was a small child with an identity complex searching for love through deception. The exact words had always been unknown to her but now that they were being said, she felt the strength in her legs waver and her chest tighten with threatened sobs. She resisted them--barely. All of her life she'd been searching, underneath the guise of ambition and justice, for some sort of recognition of her. Not her pelt, not her eyes, not her scars, but her, for who she was and what she'd done.

For a long while, she merely sat, tense with the magnitude of his words for her. Then, softly, her form gradually eased into comfort, the extremity of her tear-bringing emotions stifled. "And you are Oberon Illiadis. And I am proud to call you my son." Hesitantly, she stepped back, audits tipped towards her skull. She turned, gently beckoning him to follow her back to the surface--back to the light.

"I wanted to leave this place again," she spoke softly, paws picking carefully to follow the exact steps she had taken on the way down. "But now I'm not so sure." A pause. "They've all grown so spineless since I've left, Oberon. Nobody is willing to fight for what they believe in." Lip curled faintly, tone growing harsh. "They all think that peace will solve everything. That only the evil fight for what they believe in. Like the only good guys are these saints hiding behind their borders, preaching their peace while what they consider to be evil is foaming right past their scent marks and sometimes within."

Her tail lashed with agitation though her gait remained steady, careful, and controlled. "I realized how much Ludicael used me." Her voice wavered slightly in the middle of her statement, own conscience barely coming to terms with the reality of it. "They used me. Put me on the front lines to fight so that they would have a home and a place to raise a family but were hardly ever willing to fight for themselves. And I was so blind to it." Posture slipped into lackluster disappointment, audits raising and angling back to capture anything he might have to say.

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Jupiter I