The queen slayer's strife {Anthrax}

Rage, it was like a fine wine to her. So compelling and open for release. She wanted to reach for that rage. Give it an outlet. Maybe if he sang his sorrow with his teeth he could feel something more then just broken. She didn?t flinch when the rage rose from him and spit its way towards her. She merely blinked at him and couldn?t help the edge of hysterical laughter that threatened to push its way forth. ?Oh don?t I?? she said with mirth in her voice. Her violet eyes burned with excitement as she eyed him. Her tail flicked behind her and she moved towards him.

?When the world forgets. When they forget and then we forget. It?s all such a vicious cycle. You want what?s lost and so do I! They may be different but I know your eyes. They mirror my own.? She said with a dark smile. If he wanted to be angry she would give him a reason to be. Her ears twitched as she looked down on him. With her eyes that knew more then she realized. She was so in tuned to emotions and yet she never saw it. ?I want my heart back. You want yours or someone else?s. I don?t know which but that pain is so raw. And you think I don?t know it.? she all but laughed. Her deep chuckle vibrating up her throat. She couldn?t help it. He wanted to pretend she new nothing.

?Oh but you want me not to know. Why have someone to suffer with? Why not suffer alone? Is that why you turn from everyone? Why you only search for what you want. Don?t you want to feel something more then just ill emotions? It doesn?t change what?s broken or fix it, only that can come with time or not at all but something more can help you know. Anything is better then brooding. I know, I cried for her and him and them. My master, My lover, my sister, my old home, and all the while I wonder if it was ever real. Is yours real?? she asked, yet she knew she was treading on thin waters. He would strike or he would leave and which ever he did she would make him remember her. He could hate her or know her what ever the outcome they had met and it had been done. She didn?t know he searched for his loves memories. All she knew was that raw pain. It meant something.

She wondered if he burned to speak of it. To confess what ever it was that tore at him. She had lost her father and couldn?t remember how. All she saw was death lingering in the darkness with his soul and those burning orange eyes. She lost her guardian when resentment clouded her judgment and she had left her for dead. Her master and lover, Lothaire. She had almost loved him. It was right on the edge of her heart and so close but gone. All the while she woke up in some unknown location with her memories cloudy and thoughts of home unsure and missing. Where had they all gone? Where had they left her? Always they left her. It was any wonder she could stand with the weight of all the grief in her heart. Champion could see it; she seemed to be the only one in tuned to her. She knew it all like a second skin she wrapped herself tightly in. pain was her existence and she would make it her strength above everything else. She would fuck the pain until it knew not how to hurt her any longer.