04-18-2021, 02:29 AM
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JORMUNGAND
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These past few days had been barely tolerable, the heat beating a lot of will out of him. His wounds festered. They stunk. He had tried to clean them as best as he could but found he couldn't really focus on it. A sigh slipped from his maw as tongue wet lips, tail curved over paw. He watched calmly as Elsweyr approached, ignoring the two Cipher siblings completely. Best focus solely on her and get her to hurry the fuck up of the process.
Then his focus wandered again, back to his cubs. They were practically the only reason he kept going for so long, stopped protesting a while ago. Better get this over with fast. The fuming animal stopped in front of him and he looked to the side with a small cough before she asked him a question that snapped his attention to her. This was unusual, torturer allowing prisoner to speak. But then again his only torturer so far had been his father, so he supposed that was okay.
His voice dropped low, barely enough for the other to hear. "Do whatever you want to me, I deserve it. I will not apologise, however, because I cannot find a reason that provoked me to hurt her. But please, don't come after my children." He didn't beg, nor did he plead with her to let him off easy. Jormungand didn't do that. He just pled for his children's lives. He didn't know what she believed in but if her deity allowed her to attack children for revenge... that would be clearly remembered. If they did hurt his children he couldn't-
Baby.
He twisted his head to the side with a muffled cry, eyes clouding over as the memory of his sister assaulted his head, the chains rattling and restricting his air flow. Looking in the distance made him crouch, eyes focusing on two forms that only he could see. He looked to the left- she was there with a beaming smile on her pretty face and his gaze switched between the incoming enemy and his sister. The scenery seemed to change, Elsweyr disappearing, his shoulders heaving. He couldn't stop this. He had this memory over and over again and each time he felt as helpless as the previous time. "Please don't hurt her..." He tried speaking, not hearing his own voice, tail lashing like a trapped animal. He was hyper aware of his spacial surroundings, the flashback very clear at picking out details in his brain. "Kill me instead. Spare her." Words like a well-rehearsed play.
That was the last time ever that Jormungand D'Angelo begged.
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PLAYLIST ———♕JORMUNGAND♕
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I. ME, MYSELF & I
— a closet of Saint Laurent get what I want when I want 'cause this hunger is killing me, yeah
II. SOLO
— solo
III. LEGENDS NEVER DIE
— you pick yourself up
IV. RISE
— make them remember
V. GUCCI COFFIN
— when I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
[/td][/tr][/table]— a closet of Saint Laurent get what I want when I want 'cause this hunger is killing me, yeah
II. SOLO
— solo
III. LEGENDS NEVER DIE
— you pick yourself up
IV. RISE
— make them remember
V. GUCCI COFFIN
— when I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin