01-11-2020, 08:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-12-2020, 02:50 AM by ROXANNE R..)
The feeling of a large paw reaching out to wipe her tears away made her sniffle, she briefly caught his paw with her own petite ones wishing this could be forever. She missed his touch yet, she didn't feel happy with him touching her while he was drunk. She pushed his paw away finally hearing what he began to say to her. A pained smile crossing her face as she looked at him with such sorrow, she shook her head lightly. All the shit escaping his mouth wasn't the usual honey that attracted the bee, no, it was drunken gibberish that was accompanied with crocodile tears. Insincere. She bit her lip hard to the point where it began to bleed feeling frustration towards herself and Greed, she felt like she should be angry yet Roxanne wasn't able to force out the emotion. Sadness clouding her thoughts and breaking her strong will. He speaks about telling the truth yet all the words that he spoke were now flying over her head as she stared at him feeling her heart wrench within her chest.
"We can...be boyfriend and girlfriend! Yeah, that sounds nice. Then no guys will flirt with you! Or else I'll beat 'em up!"
Droplets of blood and salty tears dripped onto the sand beneath the both of them, her eyes puffy and red from all the crying. Her hiccups had somewhat quieted down, she gritted her teeth finally standing up with her entire body puffed up as she released a hiss "IT'S NOT THAT EASY, GREED! I'M NOT GOING OUT WITH YOU IF YOUR'E IN THIS KIND OF STATE!" She turned away from him with her ears pinned to her cranium, her gaze slightly blinded by the tears that kept coming "I want genuine love. . . I want my Greed. . . This isn't him." Hearing that he was going to puke wasn't necessarily a sight that she wanted to see, she spread her wings once more and took to the skies like a bullet, she was going home. She had a son to take care of and frankly, she didn't want to watch after a drunken toddler.
She had cleaned up after the incident, she had already tucked Roan into bed and now she laid in her own staring at the ceiling unable to find sleep herself. She closed her eyes slowly only to start to hum to herself in a broken voice "Mister Sandman. . . Bring me a dream. . . Make him the cutest that I've ever seen." She turned to her side bringing her tail to her face starting to feel the tears coming to her eyes, she wasn't able to sing the rest as she laid there for a good moment. She began to head to the entrance of her hut noticing the moon was being reflected by the ocean, she drew near looking at the calming waters. Her bottom lip caked with blood, she sat there by herself staring at the moon. She supposed it would be one of those lonely, loveless nights once more. Part of her wanted to go to the taverns and give herself away just for the night, the other half, well, she was broken and staying in place. She was fragile as glass and she had already shattered.
She would lower her body to the ground only to rest her head onto her scarred legs, she sighed quietly with small shake of her head. She thought that she finally understood love during this whole time but, maybe she was getting it all wrong? Was she being clingy? She felt as if she was trying too hard on a relationship that didn't exist anywhere but within her heart. The only other time she had felt wanted or someone had wanted her to be with him was her past partner but the thought of him unnerved her, he had always made her feel uncomfortable. She recalled the time he had pulled on her horns to make sure she always looked at him or tugged at her wings telling her how the street cats wouldn't accept her for being a freak, that they wouldn't "love" her like he did. She had been believed him for months before the day came where he lashed out at her calling Roxanne a needy, clingy broad. She had apologized frequently that day hoping he wouldn't expose her hiding spot, he left her with a laugh leaving his maw. She remembered staying inside the entire time having fear in her heart that she wouldn't make it.
She had made it out alive but Zephyr, her former partner, hadn't. When he returned, Roxanne wasn't the sweet girl from before but rather an animal, a starved animal with only thought; eat. Long story short, she had her first meal in weeks and had gotten a taste for flesh of other sentient creatures. It hadn't bothered her back then like it did today but, she hadn't starved herself in a good while since the incident. She had the worn out cardboard box beside her opening it slowly to look at the possessions, Roan had made her snap out of her depressive daze that moment. She knew they made her feel vulnerable and uncomfortable but they hid the ugly parts of her body, she slipped on the leggings only to drape the scarf over her back feeling her entire body beginning to tremble. She felt miserable. Vulnerable. But most of all, she could feel his presence already hearing his cocky voice making fun of her. "character's speech."
"We can...be boyfriend and girlfriend! Yeah, that sounds nice. Then no guys will flirt with you! Or else I'll beat 'em up!"
Droplets of blood and salty tears dripped onto the sand beneath the both of them, her eyes puffy and red from all the crying. Her hiccups had somewhat quieted down, she gritted her teeth finally standing up with her entire body puffed up as she released a hiss "IT'S NOT THAT EASY, GREED! I'M NOT GOING OUT WITH YOU IF YOUR'E IN THIS KIND OF STATE!" She turned away from him with her ears pinned to her cranium, her gaze slightly blinded by the tears that kept coming "I want genuine love. . . I want my Greed. . . This isn't him." Hearing that he was going to puke wasn't necessarily a sight that she wanted to see, she spread her wings once more and took to the skies like a bullet, she was going home. She had a son to take care of and frankly, she didn't want to watch after a drunken toddler.
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She had cleaned up after the incident, she had already tucked Roan into bed and now she laid in her own staring at the ceiling unable to find sleep herself. She closed her eyes slowly only to start to hum to herself in a broken voice "Mister Sandman. . . Bring me a dream. . . Make him the cutest that I've ever seen." She turned to her side bringing her tail to her face starting to feel the tears coming to her eyes, she wasn't able to sing the rest as she laid there for a good moment. She began to head to the entrance of her hut noticing the moon was being reflected by the ocean, she drew near looking at the calming waters. Her bottom lip caked with blood, she sat there by herself staring at the moon. She supposed it would be one of those lonely, loveless nights once more. Part of her wanted to go to the taverns and give herself away just for the night, the other half, well, she was broken and staying in place. She was fragile as glass and she had already shattered.
She would lower her body to the ground only to rest her head onto her scarred legs, she sighed quietly with small shake of her head. She thought that she finally understood love during this whole time but, maybe she was getting it all wrong? Was she being clingy? She felt as if she was trying too hard on a relationship that didn't exist anywhere but within her heart. The only other time she had felt wanted or someone had wanted her to be with him was her past partner but the thought of him unnerved her, he had always made her feel uncomfortable. She recalled the time he had pulled on her horns to make sure she always looked at him or tugged at her wings telling her how the street cats wouldn't accept her for being a freak, that they wouldn't "love" her like he did. She had been believed him for months before the day came where he lashed out at her calling Roxanne a needy, clingy broad. She had apologized frequently that day hoping he wouldn't expose her hiding spot, he left her with a laugh leaving his maw. She remembered staying inside the entire time having fear in her heart that she wouldn't make it.
She had made it out alive but Zephyr, her former partner, hadn't. When he returned, Roxanne wasn't the sweet girl from before but rather an animal, a starved animal with only thought; eat. Long story short, she had her first meal in weeks and had gotten a taste for flesh of other sentient creatures. It hadn't bothered her back then like it did today but, she hadn't starved herself in a good while since the incident. She had the worn out cardboard box beside her opening it slowly to look at the possessions, Roan had made her snap out of her depressive daze that moment. She knew they made her feel vulnerable and uncomfortable but they hid the ugly parts of her body, she slipped on the leggings only to drape the scarf over her back feeling her entire body beginning to tremble. She felt miserable. Vulnerable. But most of all, she could feel his presence already hearing his cocky voice making fun of her. "character's speech."