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04-30-2015, 11:34 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
Success was like honey and euphoria on her tongue, making her heady with its intoxication, drugging her as effectively as her little plaything drugged himself so often. No flesh fell beneath her teeth, but she had little need of it. She'd already won, in the way that mattered. Her herd would be successful, with a sister herd and strong, powerful allies at their backs. The Edge land would be open to leaders from her own herd, and she hoped vindictively that it came to fruition. So even if the Falls was turned over to the Edge, she had helped conquer a stubborn enemy - it was she who finally stole away the elusive Midas the Gallant. She was ever gleeful, and nothing could stop the pounding of her heart, the liquid ecstasy of her veins. It was like everything beautiful and meaningful in the world had condensed into her very cells, and she breathed it in like a newborn inhaling stardust and solar flares. Turning, she searched for her target, dancing on slim ankles and traversing the unknown territory on a cloud of success. Foxlike eyes slanted towards her foe, the poor naive fool that he was. Something had angered him - perhaps he'd seen his beloved fighting her useless battle? Hotaru put on a simpering grin, cocking out a hip and making sure that her face was the last he would see. Because from the back, just as planned, she could see Deimos approaching hitherto. And she watched as Oxy swayed, a poor man with nothing to his name, beguiled and devastated by the beautiful lies she'd whispered into his ears. He crumpled like a picturesque vision, stupefied and sublime, and she crooned a soft sound of sympathy that cried like mourning doves and tinkled like silver bells. Oh, the sins and stupidity of men. Glittering mismatched eyes drifted up to Deimos, and she smiled coyly. What a beautiful day it was. He seemed ever more pathetic swamped in the cold and white of her homelands. Ah but what a fitting place, was it not? He had left her Raeru to die in the cold, alone and afraid, mere hours old. He had killed the beloved nurse of the first ever soul who had cared to believe in the real strength at her core. Oxy had found and triggered one of the few wires that formed a generally harmless labyrinth at her insides, because Hotaru loved so few in the forsaken world she lived in. Harming them? Threatening them? Oxy was dead the moment Hotaru found out who had committed the act. For there were few forces on their shared mortal plane who could stop Hotaru on a path of vengeance. Alice stood guard at the cell, and when Oxy awoke she pinged a little alert over to Hotaru. There was no need for protection with Deimos there, but Hotaru wanted to be there to rub Oxy's fate into his face, to watch the dawning horror on his face. She was a little late to the party, all things considered. Her time was precious, but she'd spare just a little to watch the druggy's downfall, to see his fate written in blood and purification. A sacrifice. A tipping of the scales back into balance. An eye for an eye may make the whole world blind, but then at least I won't have to look at their ugly faces. Hotaru snorted to herself, but quieted as d'Artagnan fell beneath her eyes. Would he remember her? She had essentially pledged herself to him at one point in him, because he was the first who had ever glimpsed the potential in her soul and praised her for it. He was the one who had helped seal her desire to live in the Aurora Basin. She was fond of him, in her own way, and his loss was yet another reason why she'd lured Oxy into her trap. Such a simplistic thing, with how foolish the poor man was, but she hoped it meant something to the Nightshade. On quiet, dainty limbs she moved to him. "Getting him here for you...it's not nearly enough for what you lost. But I hope it's something." Fox-slanted eyes flickered up at him, sincere for one of the few moments in her life, before she moved to stand before the cell containing her beloved druggy. That same adoring, mocking coo left her lips as Alice moved obediently to her side. "Oh, druggy," she sighed, as if he was a suitor who had disappointed her, made her retract her elegant hand cloaked in diamonds and pearls from his yearning, soiled grasp. "You never should have trusted me. You see, you killed the mother of a little girl who is much like my own daughter now. And Snowflake, and your little spawn? I'm sure I can think of something for them too," she grinned, all sharp edges and promise. He wouldn't know it was an empty one, for the trio that had been caught up with him were innocent. But perhaps it would roil inside his mind, fuck with him ever further. Hotaru could only hope. Turning with a flourish, she made her way a comfortable distance from Deimos' side. "Let the games begin," she stated happily, a chirrup in the face of brutality. Nobody ever said Hotaru was nice. |
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