12-27-2020, 02:21 AM
Long lost words whisper slowly to me.
I still can't find what keeps me here.
I still can't find what keeps me here.
MAYE
TANGLEWOOD
TANGLER
// mention of gore in 3rd, 4th, and 5th paragraphs
Her Sanctuary had definitely grown in the past few days. A barrier of Rose bushes had grown around it, arching over the entrance with a divine elegance. Her bed was made of woven leaves, soft as cotton and stronger than usual cloth. Underneath this covering did the undead lioness sleep, breath quick and ragged. Her mind was loud and she was under a strange, surreal nightmare.
It almost seemed real. Had she gone back to him? The dark purple lion who's mane was littered with white roses and ugly thorns nuzzled her. Against her own will did she nuzzle back. The gesture was all to familiar, this routine nothing new. But something was wrong with her lover. His face appeared blurry, dark. His words came back jumbled and wrong.
She struggled to see what happened next. Maye was suddenly alone, cradling the dead bodies of her cubs. Soundless sobs left her mouth, grief apparent and ever present on her face. Three withered bodies who were once plump and happy and full of energy. The sweet licorice scent hit her nose, and she turned to her lover. His face was clear, and she saw him smile. His face appeared rotted and falling away, but this was before she killed him.
Vines stabbed her body everywhere, cutting her body with ease. Her ears ringed. He got closer. She couldn't get away. Closer. Closer. His claws raised up, then swung down onto her face. [color=red]Red. The lioness woke with a yelp, finding herself on the dirt.
She felt something spherical in her paw, and she turned to look. A pale green eye lay there, her own paw bloodied. Lukewarm liquid fell from her face. Maye's remaining eye widened and she shrieked, throwing the eye across the sanctuary, rolling out of the entrance. She heaved, then placed her paw to her eye socket.
Something already began growing in the absence of her eye. Vines constricted her muscles and she felt vines pierce her skin, anchor into her body. A sweet, sugary scent hit her nose, and she pulled at the flower, revealing a light blue rose petal in her claws. A grief-stricken wail rose from her chest as she collapsed, gritting her teeth as she snarled. "Why? Why do you haunt me? You got what you fucking deserve, why won't you leave me alone!"
A ragged breath drew from her as she choked out more words, "You killed them, didn't you...? Why, Valore, why? They-ey were only cubs!" She sucked in air through her teeth as she held back sobs. "Why do you still hurt me.."
"Speech"
Her Sanctuary had definitely grown in the past few days. A barrier of Rose bushes had grown around it, arching over the entrance with a divine elegance. Her bed was made of woven leaves, soft as cotton and stronger than usual cloth. Underneath this covering did the undead lioness sleep, breath quick and ragged. Her mind was loud and she was under a strange, surreal nightmare.
It almost seemed real. Had she gone back to him? The dark purple lion who's mane was littered with white roses and ugly thorns nuzzled her. Against her own will did she nuzzle back. The gesture was all to familiar, this routine nothing new. But something was wrong with her lover. His face appeared blurry, dark. His words came back jumbled and wrong.
She struggled to see what happened next. Maye was suddenly alone, cradling the dead bodies of her cubs. Soundless sobs left her mouth, grief apparent and ever present on her face. Three withered bodies who were once plump and happy and full of energy. The sweet licorice scent hit her nose, and she turned to her lover. His face was clear, and she saw him smile. His face appeared rotted and falling away, but this was before she killed him.
Vines stabbed her body everywhere, cutting her body with ease. Her ears ringed. He got closer. She couldn't get away. Closer. Closer. His claws raised up, then swung down onto her face. [color=red]Red. The lioness woke with a yelp, finding herself on the dirt.
She felt something spherical in her paw, and she turned to look. A pale green eye lay there, her own paw bloodied. Lukewarm liquid fell from her face. Maye's remaining eye widened and she shrieked, throwing the eye across the sanctuary, rolling out of the entrance. She heaved, then placed her paw to her eye socket.
Something already began growing in the absence of her eye. Vines constricted her muscles and she felt vines pierce her skin, anchor into her body. A sweet, sugary scent hit her nose, and she pulled at the flower, revealing a light blue rose petal in her claws. A grief-stricken wail rose from her chest as she collapsed, gritting her teeth as she snarled. "Why? Why do you haunt me? You got what you fucking deserve, why won't you leave me alone!"
A ragged breath drew from her as she choked out more words, "You killed them, didn't you...? Why, Valore, why? They-ey were only cubs!" She sucked in air through her teeth as she held back sobs. "Why do you still hurt me.."
"Speech"
When all this time I've been so hollow, inside.
I know you're still there.
I know you're still there.
— Reggan
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗