06-06-2018, 11:53 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Suiteheart had grown weary once again. So much was happening at the moment that she refused to rest peacefully. They were gaining newcomers left and right for starters. Suite often made a point to meet them, to see they were finding their ways, and to make sure they were enjoying themselves. Her mind was also spinning from her whole ordeal with Bastilleprisoner. And to top it all off, she was worried sick about Margaery. She knew something was different about this pregnancy, but she couldn't put her paw on it. It didn't help that Margaery seemed to know nothing of it either, and Suite refused to bring it up in case she it was just her anxieties speaking.
Now, she sat just outside the Observatory. The soft glow of the sun was just beginning to spread out across the earth, and Suiteheart tried to think of the last time she had stayed up throughout the night to see the sun begin its ascent. Baby blue eyes watched as the world around her began to ignite in golds and flush with vivid scarlets. Everything, for a brief moment, was quiet. Silence filled the area and wreathed around her as a sigh passed through her parted lips. The air was painted with peace and tranquility, and for the first time and a long time, the Ecliptic Admiral could forget everything. She inhaled, taking in the scents of an awakening world while her eyes remained fixation upon the horizon.
The sun rose and rose, creeping higher into a sky with great easy. The pale orange of the horizon relented, giving way to a young, blush-colored hue. Tired baby blues picked through all the colors as if they were worried this would be the last experience of sight. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second, but she fought mightily to experience the entire sunrise. Unfortunately, she was not strong enough to battle her fatigue.
Suiteheart fell asleep as the sun pushed itself halfway to the treetops. Bathed in the warm light of early summer, she rested easily. Her breathing was deep, and it was obvious she would not be waking on her own for some time.
At the beginning of her sleep, she was greeted by nothing. The familiar darkness of her usual slumber welcomed her with open arms. However, as she fell into the embrace, she began to experience something. Flash images broke through the emptiness. Words in an unknown language spilled forth, drawing her near. She blinked in her dream, and when she opened her eyes, she was transported to some strange land.
When her mind caught up with her dream self, the first thing she noticed was a pair of eyes. They were soft like the dark waves of a freshwater sea, yet they were also as stormy as a spring tempest. They were hauntingly familiar, but Suiteheart couldn't place her paw on it. She tried to speak, but found herself unable. The girl simply giggled. She murmured something in an old language, and Suite felt the love in those words. The mysterious girl brushing passed her as she exited, and the smile she wore was dangerously beautiful.
Suite called out in an unknown language herself, and she recognized it as sounding like the strange girl from seconds ago. Suite turned on white paws to ask the girl who she was and where she was going, but she had disappeared.
The daylight of her dreams had suddenly morphed into the dying light of dusk. She was in the middle of an ancient forest, eyes deadlocked with a male. His emerald gaze was smoldering as the sun took its bow. She watched as his claws unsheathed, and as she stepped backwards, she stumbled over a body... No, several bodies... They laid sprawled out behind her as though they had perished in her wake. Gaping wounds marked their chests and blood spilled forth. Confused and terrified, her eyes returned to the male ahead of her. He tossed something at her - something sharp and wooden, almost like a stake -, and she caught it with ease.
For some odd reason, in the dream, she cast the weapon aside. "Jeg vet at dette ikke vil virke på deg. Du er annerledes enn de andre. Gjøre det raskt, Dyret." Her voice was cold in speech like the lands she stood upon. Her voice was harsh as if it had been through hell and back, and perhaps that was what had just occurred. As she spoke, a thousand different emotions swelled inside of her. It was like her mind and heart were being torn apart by discord and harmony all at once. She had experienced something like this before in waking, but she had never felt these emotions in this absolutely raw state.
Baby blue eyes watched as the tom-cat slowly padded forward. Blood covered his features, and she wondered, briefly, if he had killed her people like she killed his. When he spoke, it was dark and petrifying. "Har du ærling tror du hadde evnen til å bringe både strid og fred til denne verden? Du kan ikke had begge, Jente... Og du kan ikke bli kvitt oss. Din arter er patetisk. Mennesker er svake, og mennesker alltid vil være svak. Ditt folk - jegere - er borte. Det vil være en stor glede å sende deg, Huntress." In spite of the terror his tone brought out in her, she grinned wickedly. She had accepted her death, and soon enough, she hoped he would as well. She laughed in the face of mortality as it pinned her to the ground, claws unsheathed. The last sound out of her mouth was strained laughter as the dark creature tore her throat out.
Her eyes had shut then, in the dream, and when she opened them again, she was limping down a long corridor. Light-colored bricks made up the walls, she noted. She was out of breath, stumbling forward. She could feel fresh wounds littering her body - which was now covered in deep gray fur -, and she was sure her right foot was shattered. A crown of some sort weighed heavily on her head, but she did not dare stop to inspect it. She was running. She was unarmed and injured and she was running. A voice floated to her, and she stopped. She turned, expecting to see someone she knew, for that voice sounded so familiar. But there was no one.
The words echoed off the bricks. They came at her from every angle, assaulting her. Suiteheart's head moved in every direction, trying to pinpoint where the speaker resided, but she found nothing but darkness closing in. The gentle, loving voice continued speaking as the shadows grew and morphed into creatures. She watched as the claws of the shadowy enemies unsheathed, glinting in the odd light that bathed everything. They crept closer and closer, and that sweet voice only grew louder.
She watched as fangs grew from their dark features, and the gray feline tried to scream as she knew she was dead. And then, there he was... It was her killer from moments ago. She took a step backwards, pressing herself into the wall. The mysterious tom-cat was at her throat in mere seconds. She felt a swift cut, and then the gushing of blood. The beige bricks swallowed her up, and everything went dark. She was at least glad those terrible shadows had stopped. Then again, it was almost as though they had consumed her too.
When her vision came back into focus, she was in a tent. A robe covered her form which, on inspection, was ginger and white, but that was the least of her concern. Soft satin curtains and pillows lined the odd area. She sat up, examining the room. She was resting at a round table, cards, crystals, and other strange trinkets were set out before her. Her eyes watched as someone exited the tent - she recognized the figure as the pretty female from the first part of her dream -, and she somehow knew this to be a costumer as well her love. They thanked her for the fortune reading as they slipped through the curtains.
Sunlight filtered through the slit in the makeshift doorway of fabric, and she removed herself from the chair she sat in. Creeping forward, she stopped just shy of the opening. She knew what would greet her when she opened the curtains. She had foreseen this, her mind said. She knew death waited for her. Suiteheart threw the curtains back anyway.
The strange man greeted her. Like in her previous two scenes, he had made a quick show of killing her. He cursed her, spitting her title of soothsayer like it was acid on his tongue.
In the next instance, she blinked eyes open in a healer's den. She was mixing herbs together, and she could hear her mentor yelling at her to stop zoning out and return to work. She was obedient, and she continued. Suite knew she was not working on the healing concoction her higher up asked of her. Instead, she was mixing something deadly. The potent stench wafted towards her nose, and she gagged. Someone then waltzed into the den, and she moved her cream-colored head minutely to see who it was.
Him. After a great struggle, he had force-fed her that poisonous mixture she was making while her horrified mentor looked on helplessly. Before her eyes closed, she watched that mysterious, pretty girl pushing her murderer away and crying. Suite had reached forward, but before she could touch the girl's face, she had shifted to another plain.
Eyes opened to a different moment in time. Suiteheart was shackled to a post; chains were wrapped around the tuxedo feline. She could not move if she tried, so she sat still. Others were housed with her, and she listened to their conversations. She felt bitter and used and betrayed. Her lover had sold her out. She had stolen from some rich bastard, and the girl she loved turned her in. She moved against the restraints, and when nothing moved, laughter erupted around her. She hissed at them, but they only grew louder. The only time they quieted was when who she knew to be the hangman arrived.
The black and white feline watched as he slowly walked down the line, towards her. He stopped a person behind her, and she breathed a sigh of relief. However, her hope was extinguished quickly, for he moved forward. He stopped at her, and from behind the mask he wore, she recognized those terrible green eyes. She shrank back, desperate to get away from him. She had to live. She had to get away. Those near her pushed her towards him, and though she tried to fight it, she was not strong enough.
He laughed, "It always comes to this, doesn't it, Thief? Surely you could not believe you would succeed this time. Then again, perhaps you are more of an imbecile than I know." He flicked a tail, and two creatures appeared from the shadows of the dungeon. They unchained her before dragging her to the dark feline's paws. He grabbed her by her throat, smirking. She was gasping for air, and she shut her eyes to escape it.
After coming to, all that greeted her was flames. The fire was welcoming. It felt like home. She stepped forward on chocolate-colored paws, feeling like she could be a phoenix should she try. If Suiteheart touched the flames, she would be born anew. The fae's movements were slow, sluggish. The flames were retreating and dying out, revealing the destruction she knew she had caused. Burnt corpses were uncovered as the flames dissipated. Tears welled in her eyes as she recognized the faces, but she could not stop to grieve. She had to reach the fire.
As she neared a weak, small flame, she gave a shaky smile and extended a paw. Before she could make contact, a heavy paw slammed down, wiping it out. Suiteheart felt a burst of anger rip so violently through her that she thought her head was going to explode. She flew forward, pinning what had killed her fire to the ground. It simply grinned at her, and devilish green eyes stared back.
The eye color had been enough to throw her off guard, and that had given him enough time to push her away. A mighty fight began, but she was exhausted. She was not strong enough. He had snapped her neck as easily as someone snapped a twig.
Everything went quiet, and when her eyes opened, she was in an entirely different place. The white feline - now a soft, golden tabby - was sat in the middle of a clearing. Flowers bloomed around her, not of her own doing, but she loved them all the same. Petals of different hues rested upon her fur of sunbeams, and she was laughing joyously. She was sat face-to-face with that pretty girl and those steely-blue eyes. Suiteheart picked a flower before gently placing it behind the other fae's ear. It matched the other flowers that Suite had picked for her.
The world felt right at that moment. There was nothing but peace around her. The skies were clear, the weather was warm, and there was nothing save love in her heart. She was engaged, too, it seemed. What more did she need?
She moved her lips to ask the other female something, but before she could, Suite watched in horror as the other's eyes grew wide. Suite grew rigid, and she could scarcely feel her lover's touch as the other moved to hold her paw. Tears stung her eyes as she witnessed the terror on her beloved's face. Suite did not need to turn to know what would soon befall her. Instead, she moved forward to embrace the female her opposite one last time. Before she could hold her lover, Suite was ripped away, and she shut her eyes.
In the next scene, she was sitting inside an old library. Glasses sat at the tip of her nose, and she felt them slip off and crash to the ground in pieces. She was fighting. She was fighting someone she loved because they had lied to her. Anger filled her, and her obsidian paws begged to be the end to her lover turned liar. Suiteheart had pinned her to the ground, and what stared back at her was a shrunken, fearful creature. A disgustingly malicious smirk curved her own lips, and she raised the stake she was carrying to drive it into the other's heart. Stormy eyes were crying and begging, but Suite would not hear of it.
And all at once, someone else was there. His words reached her through her fury, and she turned, allowing her former lover to escape in tears. The male was speaking loudly. His words were accusatory - and rightfully so. Apparently, she had almost murdered his one and only daughter. Oh, pity. He acted as if this wasn't what she was bred for. She explained that to him in a heavily sarcastic way, and he jumped her. He was strong - supernaturally strong -, and he ripped the stake from her grasp before driving it into her own heart. "Do you believe me now? I will be here in every single one of your lifetimes to kill you. Do not forget that." he whispered harshly as she slowly faded.
She came around again, and she was greeted by a "wanted-for-murder" poster. She stared at her features in the hand-drawn piece. She was calico, and there were those unmistakable baby blue eyes of hers. She was littered in scars, but the most prevalent was one across her right cheek. She continued staring at the poster. Murderer. For some reason, she quite liked that title. "They didn't make my scar big enough," she meowed to no one. "Might as well fix it since I'm here, huh?" She unsheathed her claws, sticking one into the side of her drawn face. She cut through it, tearing a large hole into the side so that the picture folded in on itself. "There! All better." She giggled as she walked away.
After a few moments of travel, a sweet voice reached her, calling her name. What was her name in this time period? She couldn't quite catch what the owner of the voice was referring to her as, but she knew it to be her birth name. Suiteheart went forward, into the arms of the voice. She heard and felt the other laugh, but the joy transformed into sorrowful weeping swiftly. Suite pulled her head back to see what was wrong when she felt a dagger pierce her chest.
She fell back in shock, and she looked at the girl in confusion and pain. Why? ... Why? She reached for that mysterious girl with storms for eyes, but the girl moved backwards, blinded by her own tears. Suite felt herself beginning to shake from the shock of it all, and as her consciousness faded, she watched that male step into view. He was smiling. Oh, God, he was smiling. And he was saying something? What was he saying? She strained to hear as she gasped for air, and it sounded as if he were praising the girl for murdering a murderer.
Suiteheart turned her head to the sky, and the last thing she saw was that clear blue.
The white feline awoke with a start. The dream clung to her like static, and her head felt dizzy. She blinked once, twice, three times before trying to focus on the world around her. She was sat beneath a large tree, and she squinted, not remembering how she had found herself here. Before she slept, she was outside of the Observatory...
"What the fuck?" the Ecliptic Admiral questioned, voice full of sleep. Her eyes moved toward the horizon, but the sun was in the middle of the sky now. It shone down upon her, evaporating her dream like it was dew from the ground. She didn't remember a thing about that strange nightmare of memories. Would she have even wanted to?
[word count: 3,040
tldr; suiteheart fell asleep outside of the observatory in the early morning hours. she has a very strange dream. it includes visions of her past lives - more specifically, how she died each time. she has ten parts to this strange dream, and in each once, she is killed by the same individual.
when she wakes up, she is sitting underneath a large tree with no recollection of how she got there or what she dreamed about.
Translations:
"Jeg vet at dette ikke vil virke på deg. Du er annerledes enn de andre. Gjøre det raskt, Dyrer." --- "I know this will not work on you. You are different than the others. Do it quickly, Beast."
"Har du ærling tror du hadde evnen til å bringe både strid og fred til denne verden? Du kan ikke had begge, Jente... Og du kan ikke bli kvitt oss. Din arter er patetisk. Mennesker er svake, og mennesker alltid vil være svak. Ditt folk - jegere - er borte. Det vil være en stor glede å sende deg, Huntress." --- "Did you honestly believe you had the ability to bring both strife and peace to this world? You cannot have both, Girl... And you cannot get rid of us. Your species is pathetic. Mortals are weak, and mortals will always be weak. Your people - your hunters - are gone. It will be a great pleasure to dispatch you, Huntress."]
Now, she sat just outside the Observatory. The soft glow of the sun was just beginning to spread out across the earth, and Suiteheart tried to think of the last time she had stayed up throughout the night to see the sun begin its ascent. Baby blue eyes watched as the world around her began to ignite in golds and flush with vivid scarlets. Everything, for a brief moment, was quiet. Silence filled the area and wreathed around her as a sigh passed through her parted lips. The air was painted with peace and tranquility, and for the first time and a long time, the Ecliptic Admiral could forget everything. She inhaled, taking in the scents of an awakening world while her eyes remained fixation upon the horizon.
The sun rose and rose, creeping higher into a sky with great easy. The pale orange of the horizon relented, giving way to a young, blush-colored hue. Tired baby blues picked through all the colors as if they were worried this would be the last experience of sight. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second, but she fought mightily to experience the entire sunrise. Unfortunately, she was not strong enough to battle her fatigue.
Suiteheart fell asleep as the sun pushed itself halfway to the treetops. Bathed in the warm light of early summer, she rested easily. Her breathing was deep, and it was obvious she would not be waking on her own for some time.
At the beginning of her sleep, she was greeted by nothing. The familiar darkness of her usual slumber welcomed her with open arms. However, as she fell into the embrace, she began to experience something. Flash images broke through the emptiness. Words in an unknown language spilled forth, drawing her near. She blinked in her dream, and when she opened her eyes, she was transported to some strange land.
When her mind caught up with her dream self, the first thing she noticed was a pair of eyes. They were soft like the dark waves of a freshwater sea, yet they were also as stormy as a spring tempest. They were hauntingly familiar, but Suiteheart couldn't place her paw on it. She tried to speak, but found herself unable. The girl simply giggled. She murmured something in an old language, and Suite felt the love in those words. The mysterious girl brushing passed her as she exited, and the smile she wore was dangerously beautiful.
Suite called out in an unknown language herself, and she recognized it as sounding like the strange girl from seconds ago. Suite turned on white paws to ask the girl who she was and where she was going, but she had disappeared.
The daylight of her dreams had suddenly morphed into the dying light of dusk. She was in the middle of an ancient forest, eyes deadlocked with a male. His emerald gaze was smoldering as the sun took its bow. She watched as his claws unsheathed, and as she stepped backwards, she stumbled over a body... No, several bodies... They laid sprawled out behind her as though they had perished in her wake. Gaping wounds marked their chests and blood spilled forth. Confused and terrified, her eyes returned to the male ahead of her. He tossed something at her - something sharp and wooden, almost like a stake -, and she caught it with ease.
For some odd reason, in the dream, she cast the weapon aside. "Jeg vet at dette ikke vil virke på deg. Du er annerledes enn de andre. Gjøre det raskt, Dyret." Her voice was cold in speech like the lands she stood upon. Her voice was harsh as if it had been through hell and back, and perhaps that was what had just occurred. As she spoke, a thousand different emotions swelled inside of her. It was like her mind and heart were being torn apart by discord and harmony all at once. She had experienced something like this before in waking, but she had never felt these emotions in this absolutely raw state.
Baby blue eyes watched as the tom-cat slowly padded forward. Blood covered his features, and she wondered, briefly, if he had killed her people like she killed his. When he spoke, it was dark and petrifying. "Har du ærling tror du hadde evnen til å bringe både strid og fred til denne verden? Du kan ikke had begge, Jente... Og du kan ikke bli kvitt oss. Din arter er patetisk. Mennesker er svake, og mennesker alltid vil være svak. Ditt folk - jegere - er borte. Det vil være en stor glede å sende deg, Huntress." In spite of the terror his tone brought out in her, she grinned wickedly. She had accepted her death, and soon enough, she hoped he would as well. She laughed in the face of mortality as it pinned her to the ground, claws unsheathed. The last sound out of her mouth was strained laughter as the dark creature tore her throat out.
Her eyes had shut then, in the dream, and when she opened them again, she was limping down a long corridor. Light-colored bricks made up the walls, she noted. She was out of breath, stumbling forward. She could feel fresh wounds littering her body - which was now covered in deep gray fur -, and she was sure her right foot was shattered. A crown of some sort weighed heavily on her head, but she did not dare stop to inspect it. She was running. She was unarmed and injured and she was running. A voice floated to her, and she stopped. She turned, expecting to see someone she knew, for that voice sounded so familiar. But there was no one.
The words echoed off the bricks. They came at her from every angle, assaulting her. Suiteheart's head moved in every direction, trying to pinpoint where the speaker resided, but she found nothing but darkness closing in. The gentle, loving voice continued speaking as the shadows grew and morphed into creatures. She watched as the claws of the shadowy enemies unsheathed, glinting in the odd light that bathed everything. They crept closer and closer, and that sweet voice only grew louder.
She watched as fangs grew from their dark features, and the gray feline tried to scream as she knew she was dead. And then, there he was... It was her killer from moments ago. She took a step backwards, pressing herself into the wall. The mysterious tom-cat was at her throat in mere seconds. She felt a swift cut, and then the gushing of blood. The beige bricks swallowed her up, and everything went dark. She was at least glad those terrible shadows had stopped. Then again, it was almost as though they had consumed her too.
When her vision came back into focus, she was in a tent. A robe covered her form which, on inspection, was ginger and white, but that was the least of her concern. Soft satin curtains and pillows lined the odd area. She sat up, examining the room. She was resting at a round table, cards, crystals, and other strange trinkets were set out before her. Her eyes watched as someone exited the tent - she recognized the figure as the pretty female from the first part of her dream -, and she somehow knew this to be a costumer as well her love. They thanked her for the fortune reading as they slipped through the curtains.
Sunlight filtered through the slit in the makeshift doorway of fabric, and she removed herself from the chair she sat in. Creeping forward, she stopped just shy of the opening. She knew what would greet her when she opened the curtains. She had foreseen this, her mind said. She knew death waited for her. Suiteheart threw the curtains back anyway.
The strange man greeted her. Like in her previous two scenes, he had made a quick show of killing her. He cursed her, spitting her title of soothsayer like it was acid on his tongue.
In the next instance, she blinked eyes open in a healer's den. She was mixing herbs together, and she could hear her mentor yelling at her to stop zoning out and return to work. She was obedient, and she continued. Suite knew she was not working on the healing concoction her higher up asked of her. Instead, she was mixing something deadly. The potent stench wafted towards her nose, and she gagged. Someone then waltzed into the den, and she moved her cream-colored head minutely to see who it was.
Him. After a great struggle, he had force-fed her that poisonous mixture she was making while her horrified mentor looked on helplessly. Before her eyes closed, she watched that mysterious, pretty girl pushing her murderer away and crying. Suite had reached forward, but before she could touch the girl's face, she had shifted to another plain.
Eyes opened to a different moment in time. Suiteheart was shackled to a post; chains were wrapped around the tuxedo feline. She could not move if she tried, so she sat still. Others were housed with her, and she listened to their conversations. She felt bitter and used and betrayed. Her lover had sold her out. She had stolen from some rich bastard, and the girl she loved turned her in. She moved against the restraints, and when nothing moved, laughter erupted around her. She hissed at them, but they only grew louder. The only time they quieted was when who she knew to be the hangman arrived.
The black and white feline watched as he slowly walked down the line, towards her. He stopped a person behind her, and she breathed a sigh of relief. However, her hope was extinguished quickly, for he moved forward. He stopped at her, and from behind the mask he wore, she recognized those terrible green eyes. She shrank back, desperate to get away from him. She had to live. She had to get away. Those near her pushed her towards him, and though she tried to fight it, she was not strong enough.
He laughed, "It always comes to this, doesn't it, Thief? Surely you could not believe you would succeed this time. Then again, perhaps you are more of an imbecile than I know." He flicked a tail, and two creatures appeared from the shadows of the dungeon. They unchained her before dragging her to the dark feline's paws. He grabbed her by her throat, smirking. She was gasping for air, and she shut her eyes to escape it.
After coming to, all that greeted her was flames. The fire was welcoming. It felt like home. She stepped forward on chocolate-colored paws, feeling like she could be a phoenix should she try. If Suiteheart touched the flames, she would be born anew. The fae's movements were slow, sluggish. The flames were retreating and dying out, revealing the destruction she knew she had caused. Burnt corpses were uncovered as the flames dissipated. Tears welled in her eyes as she recognized the faces, but she could not stop to grieve. She had to reach the fire.
As she neared a weak, small flame, she gave a shaky smile and extended a paw. Before she could make contact, a heavy paw slammed down, wiping it out. Suiteheart felt a burst of anger rip so violently through her that she thought her head was going to explode. She flew forward, pinning what had killed her fire to the ground. It simply grinned at her, and devilish green eyes stared back.
The eye color had been enough to throw her off guard, and that had given him enough time to push her away. A mighty fight began, but she was exhausted. She was not strong enough. He had snapped her neck as easily as someone snapped a twig.
Everything went quiet, and when her eyes opened, she was in an entirely different place. The white feline - now a soft, golden tabby - was sat in the middle of a clearing. Flowers bloomed around her, not of her own doing, but she loved them all the same. Petals of different hues rested upon her fur of sunbeams, and she was laughing joyously. She was sat face-to-face with that pretty girl and those steely-blue eyes. Suiteheart picked a flower before gently placing it behind the other fae's ear. It matched the other flowers that Suite had picked for her.
The world felt right at that moment. There was nothing but peace around her. The skies were clear, the weather was warm, and there was nothing save love in her heart. She was engaged, too, it seemed. What more did she need?
She moved her lips to ask the other female something, but before she could, Suite watched in horror as the other's eyes grew wide. Suite grew rigid, and she could scarcely feel her lover's touch as the other moved to hold her paw. Tears stung her eyes as she witnessed the terror on her beloved's face. Suite did not need to turn to know what would soon befall her. Instead, she moved forward to embrace the female her opposite one last time. Before she could hold her lover, Suite was ripped away, and she shut her eyes.
In the next scene, she was sitting inside an old library. Glasses sat at the tip of her nose, and she felt them slip off and crash to the ground in pieces. She was fighting. She was fighting someone she loved because they had lied to her. Anger filled her, and her obsidian paws begged to be the end to her lover turned liar. Suiteheart had pinned her to the ground, and what stared back at her was a shrunken, fearful creature. A disgustingly malicious smirk curved her own lips, and she raised the stake she was carrying to drive it into the other's heart. Stormy eyes were crying and begging, but Suite would not hear of it.
And all at once, someone else was there. His words reached her through her fury, and she turned, allowing her former lover to escape in tears. The male was speaking loudly. His words were accusatory - and rightfully so. Apparently, she had almost murdered his one and only daughter. Oh, pity. He acted as if this wasn't what she was bred for. She explained that to him in a heavily sarcastic way, and he jumped her. He was strong - supernaturally strong -, and he ripped the stake from her grasp before driving it into her own heart. "Do you believe me now? I will be here in every single one of your lifetimes to kill you. Do not forget that." he whispered harshly as she slowly faded.
She came around again, and she was greeted by a "wanted-for-murder" poster. She stared at her features in the hand-drawn piece. She was calico, and there were those unmistakable baby blue eyes of hers. She was littered in scars, but the most prevalent was one across her right cheek. She continued staring at the poster. Murderer. For some reason, she quite liked that title. "They didn't make my scar big enough," she meowed to no one. "Might as well fix it since I'm here, huh?" She unsheathed her claws, sticking one into the side of her drawn face. She cut through it, tearing a large hole into the side so that the picture folded in on itself. "There! All better." She giggled as she walked away.
After a few moments of travel, a sweet voice reached her, calling her name. What was her name in this time period? She couldn't quite catch what the owner of the voice was referring to her as, but she knew it to be her birth name. Suiteheart went forward, into the arms of the voice. She heard and felt the other laugh, but the joy transformed into sorrowful weeping swiftly. Suite pulled her head back to see what was wrong when she felt a dagger pierce her chest.
She fell back in shock, and she looked at the girl in confusion and pain. Why? ... Why? She reached for that mysterious girl with storms for eyes, but the girl moved backwards, blinded by her own tears. Suite felt herself beginning to shake from the shock of it all, and as her consciousness faded, she watched that male step into view. He was smiling. Oh, God, he was smiling. And he was saying something? What was he saying? She strained to hear as she gasped for air, and it sounded as if he were praising the girl for murdering a murderer.
Suiteheart turned her head to the sky, and the last thing she saw was that clear blue.
The white feline awoke with a start. The dream clung to her like static, and her head felt dizzy. She blinked once, twice, three times before trying to focus on the world around her. She was sat beneath a large tree, and she squinted, not remembering how she had found herself here. Before she slept, she was outside of the Observatory...
"What the fuck?" the Ecliptic Admiral questioned, voice full of sleep. Her eyes moved toward the horizon, but the sun was in the middle of the sky now. It shone down upon her, evaporating her dream like it was dew from the ground. She didn't remember a thing about that strange nightmare of memories. Would she have even wanted to?
[word count: 3,040
tldr; suiteheart fell asleep outside of the observatory in the early morning hours. she has a very strange dream. it includes visions of her past lives - more specifically, how she died each time. she has ten parts to this strange dream, and in each once, she is killed by the same individual.
when she wakes up, she is sitting underneath a large tree with no recollection of how she got there or what she dreamed about.
Translations:
"Jeg vet at dette ikke vil virke på deg. Du er annerledes enn de andre. Gjøre det raskt, Dyrer." --- "I know this will not work on you. You are different than the others. Do it quickly, Beast."
"Har du ærling tror du hadde evnen til å bringe både strid og fred til denne verden? Du kan ikke had begge, Jente... Og du kan ikke bli kvitt oss. Din arter er patetisk. Mennesker er svake, og mennesker alltid vil være svak. Ditt folk - jegere - er borte. Det vil være en stor glede å sende deg, Huntress." --- "Did you honestly believe you had the ability to bring both strife and peace to this world? You cannot have both, Girl... And you cannot get rid of us. Your species is pathetic. Mortals are weak, and mortals will always be weak. Your people - your hunters - are gone. It will be a great pleasure to dispatch you, Huntress."]
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE