Animal [Open]

N/A · 02-11-2013, 06:23 PM

What had forged the bond between rat and wolf? Even as mangled and horrific, as mentally disturbed as the two were... they had found a companion in one another. Why and to what degree. Wraith remembered. He remembered his mistress before she had become the disfigured corpse that plagued the earth with cruelties unmeasured. He remembered when she had been Bella donna. An heir to a massive kingdom and a heart that was undeniably pure. She had saved his life at one point and even as an entirely different species he had been able to see her beauty. She had kept him like a prized pet and he had never left. When the accident had occurred and the femme fatal had vanished into the ooze and this monstrous beast had emerged, he had refused to leave her. He didn't know what she remembered, if anything at all. She had not always been so cruel, she once had a name, a story, a history, she had once been beautiful.

A deep rumbling groan of a noise vibrated through her chest and Wraith silenced his thoughts. It was the only comfort she offered anymore, Love, affection, friendship, kindness. They meant nothing to his mistress now. She had not a single redeeming quality, lest you count her seemingly undisturbed companionship with him. She did not want to be saved, she couldn't be saved. She was, by very definition a monster and she would remain as such until the devil himself came for her miserable soul. Whether that be from natural causes, or some battle, Wraith knew not. But when she passed he knew he would not leave her. He would simply rot away, curled up against her corpse, they would be together forever, in this world and the next. She was his only friend, she had always been his only friend, even if she never returned the sentiment. She stopped and Wraith ceased his thoughts, watching with hollowed eyes as the large dame padded towards them. Now was not the time for such thoughts.

Banshee pulled to a halt, her spine cracking with effort as her massive cranium turned to watch the female bound towards her. Hollowed white orbs bore into the dame, expressionless, vacant, empty. Feelings were something she no longer entertained. Fear and apprehension meant nothing. As she spoke her tones animated, Banshee did not move. Her muscles locked into place, her empty eyes starring hollowly at the damsel not even the slightest of twitches. A statue, a stone, she didn't even appear to breathe, the rat, on the other hand was an entirely different matter. Maniacal and high pitched laughter erupted from his diaphragm. His tiny claws clutched at his engorged stomach and his tail flopped between her eyes as he fell upon his back, screeching his laughter into the air when finally he regained himself, he coiled forward, coiling his thick body around one tattered ear. His mouth pulled up in a sinister grin.

"Didja hear that Banshee? She doesn't think you look pretty! She must be blind to not see you are divine!" More shrill laughter filled the air, his voice was high pitched and sharp, the snap, the crack of a whip careening through the air. The wolf, is she could still be called as such, did not so much as flinch, not a blink, not a spasm, absolutely motionless. Wraith knew... Wraith knew that she could move in an instant, but for now, she was allowing him to have his fun, it had been dreadfully long since he had gotten to have fun. "We are not lost... perhaps you have mistaken us for you... you reek of Tortuga is that mangy mutt you call Nnoitra still running it? Or did that old bastard finally die?"

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