04-02-2018, 05:23 PM
&& BLOOD CLEARING - NEW BEGINNINGS!
Argus had always assumed her voices play a part of her guilt. Her psyche so buried that it rose to scream at her through voices that were dead. That it awoke with the word 'why' dripping between honeyed fangs of her innocents. Her family, her loved, her precious and her dead. The damned that she could not save. She thought that they would linger forever within her head, that they would never leave her, as she was immortal- goldy and all powerful- whatever it was that immortals called themselves this day- dreadful, lonely, pathetic. She was immortal, yet she still had enough of a conscious to feel guilty for outliving them. For not giving them a clue of how it was- to live long enough to become a villain and forget what it was like to be mortal.
She tried not to think about it too much because her voices would latch onto the topic and whisper absolutions. They would whisper the things that she has forbid herself from thinking, reminding her of the memories that sear into every nightmare. She tried not to think of the one voice missing, the one she needed to pass blame on- her inner monster had long disappeared when she had inherently known- knew that she was worse
The point was, that she never thought another to have it. Never have another cursed at her to think it even possible. To carry the dead, the memories of the living; the only ichor she would ever need.
Blood and roasted flesh were not unlike the smoke and ash of every far away home. To her, it was a sendoff, a final f*ck you to whoever lived there, and honestly? it worked. The smell wasn't the most wonderful, burning hair and charcoal cutting through the sea-salt and sweet tropical. She followed it faithfully, a dog coming to heal. Instead, she was a beast, and the fire of destruction and death her master. No matter how fruitless she tried to deny it's claim.
She wasn't surprised by the near stranger, not the lingering tanglewood scent. When by all accounts she probably should be, it did not seem this one's nature to burn, to cackle and enjoy the other screaming while roasting. But Argus was not here to press, she was here out of curiosity, and her days of pushing relentlessly until someone snapped under pressure were over, if only for the meantime.
"Must have deserved it ti incur your wraith." The wolf spoke, WIngs pressing to her sides as she settled on the other side of the female. Staring off into the waves as it took the body away. Ash and glass coating the sand- the only evidence.
She tried not to think about it too much because her voices would latch onto the topic and whisper absolutions. They would whisper the things that she has forbid herself from thinking, reminding her of the memories that sear into every nightmare. She tried not to think of the one voice missing, the one she needed to pass blame on- her inner monster had long disappeared when she had inherently known- knew that she was worse
The point was, that she never thought another to have it. Never have another cursed at her to think it even possible. To carry the dead, the memories of the living; the only ichor she would ever need.
Blood and roasted flesh were not unlike the smoke and ash of every far away home. To her, it was a sendoff, a final f*ck you to whoever lived there, and honestly? it worked. The smell wasn't the most wonderful, burning hair and charcoal cutting through the sea-salt and sweet tropical. She followed it faithfully, a dog coming to heal. Instead, she was a beast, and the fire of destruction and death her master. No matter how fruitless she tried to deny it's claim.
She wasn't surprised by the near stranger, not the lingering tanglewood scent. When by all accounts she probably should be, it did not seem this one's nature to burn, to cackle and enjoy the other screaming while roasting. But Argus was not here to press, she was here out of curiosity, and her days of pushing relentlessly until someone snapped under pressure were over, if only for the meantime.
"Must have deserved it ti incur your wraith." The wolf spoke, WIngs pressing to her sides as she settled on the other side of the female. Staring off into the waves as it took the body away. Ash and glass coating the sand- the only evidence.