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This is not a game [Confutatis Challenge]

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Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
#7
12-30-2014, 08:27 PM
CONFUTATIS
But we're talking kings and successions



There are no adjectives which can adequately describe the fury that begins to burn through her scarlet veins, no sentences, no paragraphs, to elaborate upon the rage, the resentment, the bloody longing to devour, kill, and slaughter. As amusing as their encounter has become -- to see Ophelia babble and blubber and mumble on about worth -- there is nothing humorous as she needles, nettles, and prods the sleeping dragon. Family; family is everything to her, her only weakness to her plated armor.

It at last materializes over charcoal flesh as the wolf --
the beast --
chuckles.

Wolfish brows shutter over enamored retinas, nostrils flaring wide.
Ophelia laughs, chitters, snickers, and it does not bother her as it once may have -- but it does not change the truth. The truth of it is that Ophelia, for all her confidence, for all her belief, is little more than a speck of dust in the wind, a rain drop in the storm, an amoeba to the world; her claims, her words, are ash in the wind. Has she slaughtered children for the fun of it? Kidnapped, stole, from families, because she could? Eaten, devoured, her own kin, because they threatened to usurp her from the throne? Has she broken, beaten, desecrated souls, kept a reign of fear and terror going for over three years?

NO.


The Forsaken knows nothing of true sacrifice, nothing of life and death but whatever her petty mind can conjure up from a melodramatic heart. And this is why the wolf begins to laugh, to chuckle, moved to hysterics by the Basiner’s audacity, vanity; for she is truly, wonderfully, out of her league, beautifully foolish, beautifully arrogant, beautifully, stupendously, idiotic.

Her laughter does not stop her from the horn pointed towards her.
And she waltzes out of the way, gracefully sidestepping the Forsaken in entirety, not bothering to waste her breath upon saying something to change her mind; let Ophelia think she has the upper hand!

Confutatis will get her when she’s down —————
Mother!

Trodden, trampled, stamped into soil, the screaming wail of her companion is echoed in her mind, a screeching, dire thing that does not end, a hideous sound which makes the World Eater halt; frozen. The pain, the agony, rips and tears through the bond, and she is numbed. How - how - Mongrel, Mongrel, her idiotic mongrel! And she succumbs to her rage, whirling towards her beloved kitsune, hideous teeth snapping him up (so awkwardly) to pick him up, to take him away.

Her heart is being rendered into two.
"Leave us." The wolf croaks, and then she flees.

But not forever.
A month, or two, and her children will be here.
Ophelia will pay in blood.



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Notes: Confutatis is defaulting.



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RE: This is not a game [Confutatis Challenge] - by Confutatis - 12-30-2014, 08:27 PM

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