grow wings and rage + o, visitor

[OPHELIA]

[size=9pt]She laughs. It's a blubbering, ragged thing, spilling from her mouth with golden blood.

“Ignorant child.” She breathes, and her voice is eerily sweet, even in it's last moments, eyes molten with sick, twisted recognition. “You think you can hide in these mashamba ya kijani. You think they want you, here? The stars are no place for machukizo like you.” Gold on gold, she looks into his eyes. He starts to shake before her, and she wallows in it.

There's others gathered, but she pays no mind to them. She lifts a paw to the side of his face and cups it. He makes no move to pull away, as she'd expected, because this boy was always a coward. t's almost a caress, but then her lips twitch, and they draw back in a snarl. Her breath rushes, hot, over his face, stinking of her last kill. She aches to sink her teeth into his face and make him her next. “Red-blooded fool.” She snarls, and her voice shakes with hot, molten hatred. Her claws unsheathe, and they dig into the skin of his cheek, as if to prove her words. He stays put as his blood turns her paw red, trails down her arm so slowly. There's a whimper that sounds from his throat, and she hushes him and watches, sees the confusion there, and it's then that she sucks in a wet gasp, golden fangs exposed in a grin. She's made a discovery, and she's delighted, giddy with it. "Oh. He does not know."

She balls her last drop of strength up tight in her chest, and draws his face in close. “Malkia lives.”, is what she finally whispers, and it's with that that she draws her paw back and rakes her claws through his face. His blood splatters across cheek. It's the last thing she tastes.

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