07-27-2018, 02:44 PM
Vandal doesn't believe in gods anymore, refuses to trust them and their 'higher power' and their 'all-seeing-eye' and whatever else bullshit they like to parade around like it's worth a damn. After the last time, after Ran, after Aegroixe - after the bitter tragedy that ended the life of the woman she loved, Vandal decided that gods were not worth her time if all that they wanted was power and complete, utter control. They do not see the value of life as mortals do, do not understand tragedies and emotions and love and pain as mortals do - all they know is power, pride, and a strong, nauseating sense of jealousy.
Vandal likes to blame everything wrong in the world on them. They say everything happens for a reason, after all. If everything happens for a reason, everything can be blamed on them... including Fischer's death.
When she heard Goldie's accusations, bitter and hurt and agonized, Vandal's brain was already pointing fingers at whichever god could've taken someone like her away. She ran towards the gathered group having half the mind to disbelieve until she saw the familiar body of the umber wolf sprawled out and lifeless on the sand, ragdolled as it traced the gentle slope of the shore. Rage, grief, mourning twinged in the maned wolf's chest, sparking embers in her veins as she turned her glare on the cat - the cat...
It's me, it's Fischer...
Vandal sat back, brushing angry tears she hadn't even noticed she'd been producing away from her cheeks as she listened to the voice, the voice Fischer had, coming from this unseeing cat. Goldie was sparking up - fretting, she figured - and Vandal was quick to move forward, hoping her presence would be enough to steel the younger Roux. Sweeping her neon gaze back to the cat - Fischer, Fischer the cat - Vandal gave her one more once over, biting back a half-relieved and half-bitter sob, before speaking in a trembling voice. "You - Fischer. Fischer."
The name danced on her tongue and she traced it with her thoughts, not knowing if she should believe... if she should bother... if she should... "Fuck. Gods. Fischer, are you - how are you feeling?" The hardness in her voice finally gave way to worry gurgling just underneath the surface of a voice she barely held together by the seams. "Water - food?" Vandal didn't know how to take it - her heart was still hammering in her chest, gaze moving from the she-cat standing before her to the lifeless wolf next to her.
Vandal likes to blame everything wrong in the world on them. They say everything happens for a reason, after all. If everything happens for a reason, everything can be blamed on them... including Fischer's death.
When she heard Goldie's accusations, bitter and hurt and agonized, Vandal's brain was already pointing fingers at whichever god could've taken someone like her away. She ran towards the gathered group having half the mind to disbelieve until she saw the familiar body of the umber wolf sprawled out and lifeless on the sand, ragdolled as it traced the gentle slope of the shore. Rage, grief, mourning twinged in the maned wolf's chest, sparking embers in her veins as she turned her glare on the cat - the cat...
It's me, it's Fischer...
Vandal sat back, brushing angry tears she hadn't even noticed she'd been producing away from her cheeks as she listened to the voice, the voice Fischer had, coming from this unseeing cat. Goldie was sparking up - fretting, she figured - and Vandal was quick to move forward, hoping her presence would be enough to steel the younger Roux. Sweeping her neon gaze back to the cat - Fischer, Fischer the cat - Vandal gave her one more once over, biting back a half-relieved and half-bitter sob, before speaking in a trembling voice. "You - Fischer. Fischer."
The name danced on her tongue and she traced it with her thoughts, not knowing if she should believe... if she should bother... if she should... "Fuck. Gods. Fischer, are you - how are you feeling?" The hardness in her voice finally gave way to worry gurgling just underneath the surface of a voice she barely held together by the seams. "Water - food?" Vandal didn't know how to take it - her heart was still hammering in her chest, gaze moving from the she-cat standing before her to the lifeless wolf next to her.
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON