DELILAH EVERGARDEN
"The Gods have forsaken us."
Could you be my fairy tale?
The question once rang true in the draconic being's head, naive knowledge running circles until they grew tired. Pretending to be naive was useless at this point, with what Delilah had been through- she had been loyal to Tanglewood since many years back, and her loyalty never wavered.
Not even in the face of love.
Cold, painful, heart-wrenching love.
It connected instantaneously the moment Renegadeanthems had arrived into the Tanglewood camp, their mental bond that proved that they were indeed soulmates of some kind. A painful reminder that she shared his emotions and thoughts. His ambitions, his intentions. She could tell truth from lie with him, and that terrified the faerie.
Smoke rolled past pastel lips as the wyvern turned her head to the sound of the felidae's call, not believing what she saw until a second glance was made.
And then the flashbacks flickered behind pastel eyelids, of chains and metal bars- of screaming, of the smell of blood. The sight of ripped fae-like wings, of wingless creatures of scottish faekind. It was far past those days, the slavery still a rotten flavor on her tongue. And then eyes of violence, a body so dark it blended in with the shadows of the place she was kept- so scared, so young. And yet, the man had a grin on his face, disgustingly so.
The flashback intentionally was sent to flicker past the other mans own vision, Delilah's presence making itself known ever so silently as the femme walked over. Sharp claws seeped into the mud below her paws, squelching and breaking the twigs beneath without much issue. It was far too soon for her to say anything, too dumbfounded by his existence- his return, back to a place where he had promised to stay with her. With Flint.
Flint.
Loss of a child.
"Oh, what a poor little thing. He's come back."
Pain flickered behind magenta hues, delicately bandaged wing brought to her side- for once, her head wasn't lowered in submission- it was raised, however neutral the air around her was. Lilith was enjoying the bubbling aggression inside of the woman, feeding on the negative emotions she dripped like a faucet. Pain. Pain. Pain.
Ĥ̶̫̤̚ḙ̸̠̓̌ ̵͙͙̈́͊l̴̝̈́̓ḙ̵͖̈́f̴̟̄̕͜ṫ̷̜̤͠ ̵̝̗̆̏ỷ̷̼o̸͔̯͛̈́ǘ̵ͅ,̷̗̂́ ̷̜͕̾͛ù̸̙̓s̸͎̉̋ͅe̷͕͔͌̋l̵̝͆e̶̛̞͓̾s̷̛͕̬͘ṡ̴͚ ̵̪̔͝c̵̥̺̽h̶̰̙̾͘i̷̥̓̂l̴̨̛͉͌d̷̖͓̍͝.̴̱̼͂̊
Pupils narrowed into deadly slits, the woman remaining silent- waiting for a reaction. This man smelled different. Lilith could detect the smell of a God, the hiss of her dissatisfaction a hint to what would inevitably go down. She was a cruel demon, Lilith.
"Welcome back, Ren."
It was simple enough, yet the words dripped silent poison. The calm before a storm, hesitance to believe what was right in front of her. Memories glitched, overlapping before she dazed off into nothingness. Sickness couldn't be cured if it infected the brain.
D̷̬̝͗̓ŏ̸̮̥͝n̸̨͝'̴̠͚̆t̷͉͑͆ ̸̲̳̄̽f̴̮̤̓õ̴̡͍̿r̸̪̱͝g̸͙̮̏e̵̬̒̈́t̶̪͐ ̴̤͗h̷̯̗̒i̴̘͚̓m̴̻̓.̵̜͒ ̴̧̟̀
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̴͈͔̾̈Ǹ̸̠͇Ȩ̴̎́V̴̦̊͘Ē̴̢̳̄R̶̫̙̽ ̴̘̄F̵̞͇̍͒O̶͈̗͋R̶̖͊Ǵ̷̞͒E̴̛̹͖̐T̸̫̿̕ ̵̢̏͝H̶̛̭̜I̴̡͍͂M̸͚̦͐̅.̴̳̲̿
The question once rang true in the draconic being's head, naive knowledge running circles until they grew tired. Pretending to be naive was useless at this point, with what Delilah had been through- she had been loyal to Tanglewood since many years back, and her loyalty never wavered.
Not even in the face of love.
Cold, painful, heart-wrenching love.
It connected instantaneously the moment Renegadeanthems had arrived into the Tanglewood camp, their mental bond that proved that they were indeed soulmates of some kind. A painful reminder that she shared his emotions and thoughts. His ambitions, his intentions. She could tell truth from lie with him, and that terrified the faerie.
Smoke rolled past pastel lips as the wyvern turned her head to the sound of the felidae's call, not believing what she saw until a second glance was made.
And then the flashbacks flickered behind pastel eyelids, of chains and metal bars- of screaming, of the smell of blood. The sight of ripped fae-like wings, of wingless creatures of scottish faekind. It was far past those days, the slavery still a rotten flavor on her tongue. And then eyes of violence, a body so dark it blended in with the shadows of the place she was kept- so scared, so young. And yet, the man had a grin on his face, disgustingly so.
The flashback intentionally was sent to flicker past the other mans own vision, Delilah's presence making itself known ever so silently as the femme walked over. Sharp claws seeped into the mud below her paws, squelching and breaking the twigs beneath without much issue. It was far too soon for her to say anything, too dumbfounded by his existence- his return, back to a place where he had promised to stay with her. With Flint.
Flint.
Loss of a child.
"Oh, what a poor little thing. He's come back."
Pain flickered behind magenta hues, delicately bandaged wing brought to her side- for once, her head wasn't lowered in submission- it was raised, however neutral the air around her was. Lilith was enjoying the bubbling aggression inside of the woman, feeding on the negative emotions she dripped like a faucet. Pain. Pain. Pain.
Ĥ̶̫̤̚ḙ̸̠̓̌ ̵͙͙̈́͊l̴̝̈́̓ḙ̵͖̈́f̴̟̄̕͜ṫ̷̜̤͠ ̵̝̗̆̏ỷ̷̼o̸͔̯͛̈́ǘ̵ͅ,̷̗̂́ ̷̜͕̾͛ù̸̙̓s̸͎̉̋ͅe̷͕͔͌̋l̵̝͆e̶̛̞͓̾s̷̛͕̬͘ṡ̴͚ ̵̪̔͝c̵̥̺̽h̶̰̙̾͘i̷̥̓̂l̴̨̛͉͌d̷̖͓̍͝.̴̱̼͂̊
Pupils narrowed into deadly slits, the woman remaining silent- waiting for a reaction. This man smelled different. Lilith could detect the smell of a God, the hiss of her dissatisfaction a hint to what would inevitably go down. She was a cruel demon, Lilith.
"Welcome back, Ren."
It was simple enough, yet the words dripped silent poison. The calm before a storm, hesitance to believe what was right in front of her. Memories glitched, overlapping before she dazed off into nothingness. Sickness couldn't be cured if it infected the brain.
D̷̬̝͗̓ŏ̸̮̥͝n̸̨͝'̴̠͚̆t̷͉͑͆ ̸̲̳̄̽f̴̮̤̓õ̴̡͍̿r̸̪̱͝g̸͙̮̏e̵̬̒̈́t̶̪͐ ̴̤͗h̷̯̗̒i̴̘͚̓m̴̻̓.̵̜͒ ̴̧̟̀
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̴͈͔̾̈Ǹ̸̠͇Ȩ̴̎́V̴̦̊͘Ē̴̢̳̄R̶̫̙̽ ̴̘̄F̵̞͇̍͒O̶͈̗͋R̶̖͊Ǵ̷̞͒E̴̛̹͖̐T̸̫̿̕ ̵̢̏͝H̶̛̭̜I̴̡͍͂M̸͚̦͐̅.̴̳̲̿
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