03-08-2017, 12:35 AM (This post was last modified: 03-08-2017, 12:40 AM by Lualia.)
Crimson hued paste matted ivory tussles of fur together in haphazard bunches. The chalky residue harboring shredded remains of onyx feathers; the last remains of her soul shadows attempts at healing her scars. Perhaps quite sadistically in some far reach within her mind, she had in fact enjoyed them. The delicate flesh of her tongue trembled against the soiled fur, licking away the blood that betrayed dainty appendages.
The body of a rabbit fell just before her face, colliding suddenly into the ice with a profound smack. The bones of the small animal were crushed instantly, and a small pool of blood etched around the circumference of its body. Cocking her head to the side, the women peered up into the ominous sky stonily. Lualia’s cerulean gaze chased the bird as it soared away, following carefully before finally the distant form vanished upon the tree line. Its efforts at keeping her body sustained were undoubtedly sympathetic. However, she no longer had need for such pointless things. Living in itself had no meaning to her, and it had lost its charming authenticity.
The delicate sculpture of her cranium fell back against the earth, crushing the small pockets of air that had formed within the ice. The snow around her frame had receded entirely, leaving an almost perfect silhouette of her impression. The days when she had danced across the snow had seemed winters away. Not even she had known how long she lied in her own grave underneath the pines.
Carus had long vanished from their homelands. Selfishly, Lualia had rejoiced. Banishment or not, she had no respect for the new king or his proclamations. Although it had seemed her body just too weary to gather herself much too far away. The soft constant noise of the falls soothed her, much like the almost constant hallucinations that followed the starvation.
Allowing herself to become a part of the landscape itself, her presence seemed no longer to exists entirely. Snow had come to accumulate upon her body in varied locations, shrouding her within a light frost that served well to camouflage. Empty reflections of deer grazing upon dead shrubs flickered within the depths of her eyes, and the reality of the world became a creature all its own.
A blur of shadowy indistinct movements exploded in the corner of her vision, the indistinguishable movements accompanied by the echoing sounds of a raven. The bird danced around her, attempting to usher life back into her body with its screeching and yelping. The sounds were becoming more distant, fading in and out with the flakes of pristine alabaster snow that gently fluttered to the ground.
ooc:Please only peaceful parties ♥
Seduction always in effect, Narcissus always in effect. Venom acts as a paralyzing agent upon infliction.
Angelic by Origin : Sinister by Nature
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03-08-2017, 07:42 PM (This post was last modified: 03-12-2017, 03:45 PM by River Janus.)
River Janus was elated.
Whispers descended from the mountains, sharing the news that Tuoni Tuska was dead. Savage, callous joy danced unbridled within his heart, released from the chains of hatred and rage. Yet there was a shadow of regret lingering underneath; he had lost his chance to avenge his lost place; he had lost his chance to trace the thief's throat with his teeth, feeling the trapped pulse thrumming under the skin before ripping to free the blood from within. Tuska would never personally pay for his sins. But never mind, the brute was gone and his reign over the Lux had ended. Once again, Carus was left floundering, leaderless. They deserve this, the hateful thought snaked into his mind, Having swiftly turned their back on their long-time guardian and protector, to bend their knees before the weak one. They deserve this.
A smile broke across his dark lips, a jagged laughing grin, as River swept his gaze across the unclaimed land. The land of Lazuli Falls was once part of the kingdom of Carus, beautiful and rich in culture and history, but recently the royal territory of the falls was reduced to an unclaimed heritage of the Lux; yet another thing the pack had lost under Tuska's rule. That was another reason River rejoiced at the Thunderking's death; everything that once belonged to the Lux would be returned to them shortly. The feathers adorning his wings fluttered in the soft breeze, and carrying with it, familiar scents of his old home. He inhaled, allowing the essence of the falls to fill his chest cavity and purify his soul.
A slight noise interrupted his long sought after moment of solitude, stealing away his focus. He then exhaled, feeling irritability beginning to bite at his heels. And yet, he felt a deep instinctive urge to explore. Turning in the direction of the avian noises, River's wings were lifted somewhat, hanging slightly ajar away from his body as he moved forward, as if bracing himself. This, in turn, brought on a sickly sense of uneasiness, which was casting a deep shadow over his thoughts. His pace slowed once the noises grew louder and closer, faltering only when he spied the raven amidst the whiteness. That was when he knew. He knew before his eyes fell upon the tattered mound of snow.
The woman whom he had so dearly loved, with whom he had children, whom he would be willing to sacrifice himself for. The woman who had abandoned him. She was lying underneath the cover of pines, an uncaring mess in the snow. It tugged and twisted at his heartstrings to see her in this state, but he remained unfaltering. The mask upon his face was empty, devoid of emotion. His voice, however, held a slight hint of disgust, along with the tiniest spark of longing;
Trembling limbs coiled against her core, and darkness invaded her vision. Obscene blemishes haphazardly danced across the horizon, lingering only mere moments before the essence of shadows were consumed by the reality that came swimming back to her. Hollow tones reverberated off a single sloping ear, collecting the familiarity of the rhythms and repeating them. The man’s voice came as an onslaught, assaulting her with the same phrase repeated. The nauseating resonances became wilder, drowning out her own thoughts and overwhelming what diminutive reaches of her mind that were still conscious. Strictly pulled skin above her muzzle twitched, jaws jerking and snapping shut against empty air. The bitter resonating sound of bone chiming against bone, as incisors passionately tore at unseen ghosts repeatedly. Lifeless eyes exposed to their entirety, and craters of void reflections scrutinized the man before her. The repetitious incursion had hammered to an abrupt and steady close, and once more all had fallen silent.
River Janus was dead. Of this, the woman was clearly certain. Annihilated and deplorable in exterior manifestation, wings clung greedily laterally in concealing empty flesh. Despite the eradication, the negligible ivory creature attempted an appearance of composure. Blushing cherry lips curled and contoured like a serpent, a snarl coiling up the corners of her snout into a mask upon her features. The utterance of a guttural and untrained growl bellowed and roared fourth from her gut, rejecting to concede upon informality.
Cream and eggshell hues replicated in flawless imitation transversely across the convex arch of virtually stationary eyes. Within unfathomable depths of obscured innate desire, elation and passion shuddered with intensity. Veiled beneath vicious exterior complexion, the yearning to surrender herself to him endured, becoming a liability. Reminiscences of the tender warmth of his skin and soothing touch malformed and distorted, forcing subtle amounts of anger toward the surface.
Incapacitated muscles buckled, stretching the weakened figure upright. The world danced, swaying before her. A single step seemed all too much, yet her famished gaze was greedily prepared to examine the man closer. The gentle curvature of his pronounced handsome jaws, and the speckled feline like pigments that protruded conserving through silken cream fur.
Repugnance contested every instinctual action, and nausea collected upon the damp flesh of a trembling tongue. Bitterly swallowing a false lump situated at the base of her throat, she concluded only two possibilities to be present. A fraudulent pretender had acquired her beloved husband’s corpse, concocting a façade of entertainment through the intentions of ushering forth a substantial volume of torture. Or the later, delusion and phantoms consequent starvation had sought out and instilled counterfeit life within fabrications of what lay past even Ferus.
The words came as near inaudible echoes, the sustainability threatened by the violent whistling of gale and gust. Cold and enigmatic, their composure held a fragile structure fashioned no more tangible than the time that was lost.
“Who are you?”
Something sadistic in her already wanted to bark a laugh at whatever the man would dare retort with.
ooc: pretty much a million different emotions all in one post LOL
How far the angel had fallen from her heavenly pedestal. Her body was sprawling upon the snow covered ground and her once unsullied fur and wings were in tatters, with clear signs of neglect. The sight alone was enough to deter the man the angel once called her husband. This was not Lualia he knew. His Lualia would have remained dominant and unwavering, with her tail and chin raised high, even in such dire situations. But this was not her. This... woman was staring up at River with those beady eyes, mad and empty, with a growl a constant rumble within her chest. Had he not felt the need to keep his body rigid and his face blank, he would have shaken his head at the spectacle. For the briefest moment, he allowed doubt to cloud his mind. Were this wretched woman and the Queen of Carus one and the same?
Images flashed before his eyes: the sweet teasing smile, which was kept only for him, stretching her pink lips wide as delicious words fell from them; the gleam of pure joy and love shining within those sapphire eyes as she gazed at his face; the fury that danced upon her face as her form twirled through the chaos of the war, striking down those who dared to touch her; the anguish and horror on her contorted face as she screamed while the Deity of War descended upon her.
Those images, they were of Lualia, the Alabaster Queen of Carus.
Not of this woman who was lying in the snow. The rigid statue of River finally came to life with an inclination of his head, as if averting his gaze. Then a ghost of a twisted smile danced upon his lips. She had betrayed him; she had turned her back on him while he got his throat slit and his own lifeblood drained from his body. Lualia was not at River's side when he died. His death reeked of blood, had been dark, and stolen from him by the one he hated the most. And the fact that Lualia had not fought to be there, to seek him out, and to avenge his death was utterly unforgivable.
“Who are you?”
Her pitiful voice dragged his eyes back onto her. That was when his lips finally formed a smile, laughing and corrupted. He smiled while his heart broke all over again. “Don't you remember?” He began, with a subtle snarl colouring his words, “You told me you loved me. But you abandoned me.” He took two steps forward, closer to that mess of a woman, bitterness beginning to flood his voice,“Do you think about me? While you sat upon the Carus throne, carrying the crown I gave to you, did you think about me even once? Have you ever wondered where I've gone to?” The callous smile upon his otherwise calm face faded, “I'll tell you,” He leaned forward, and his answer was a mere whisper, “I died. I died in squalor while you lived in prosperity.”
Lualia’s world ached. The slow ticks of time consumed her, as the resounding ringing of his voice lingered within her ears. Something he had mentioned, it was real. It had to be real. He was.. real. Anger suddenly dissipated entirely from her body. The woman rushed forward, trying to near him, to become close to the man. “River-?” Biting words shot forth like poison, paralyzing the very blood that slithered through her veins. The slow intermittent rhymes between the thrusts of her own heart gathered themselves, increasing tenfold. The sound drowned out his voice. The heaving noises of blood rushing through her systems igniting her from within.
“You dare tell me for a moment, for a single god damn moment, that I didn’t think about you?!” As she peered at him, she fought to recognize the man as River Janus. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you for a fucking minute, a second of solitude within my own mind without your eyes peering down at me was a rare thing, let me tell you!” Tossing her cranium from side to side, she shook herself in defensive distaste.
“And the crown you fucking gave me?!” The woman roared with life, a snarl corrupting her words in bitter tangents. “I gave my blood for the Carus crown. On multiple occasions! Funny, because I only remember you challenging Axel; a nosey little two-year-old who once thought he could rule!”
The woman’s anger grew. Screams of anguish were doubtlessly heard throughout the north, the bitter hatred reverberating from her voice. “I only wanted the damn crown so that if you were actually alive, you would come home! So you could become king again, and heal! And I would help you!” Weak and haphazardly strung together by bits of flesh and fur, she still dared to advance upon him. Incisors gleamed as jaws snapped repeatedly through spat out words. Lualia was only mere inches away from him now, peering directly into the cold, unforgiving gaze of his stoic mask. “I lost the crown because of you. I became someone else, because of you!”
The raging fire that bellowed within her slowly flickered down, dwindling into nothing. Before she could understand what was happening, tears were biting the flesh across her face. She attempted to scream through the silent sobs, but no sounds could part from her maw. Lualia was quiet a moment. The tears streamed down from her cheeks, leaping off her dismantled features, and diving into the ivory snow. Clenching her lids shut, she couldn’t bear to look at him. The women could hardly comprehend why the very representation of him had rattled her to the bone. A soft cloud of semi-transparent crystals danced before her muzzle, just before disappearing into the cloudy atmosphere. A slow breath drawn in by the weakened thrust of shuddering lungs soothed her, yet only in mere amounts. The fluttering of onyx lashes revealed glassy cerulean orbs, exposing emotions once more. Lualia’s gaze connected with his own, her heart heavy within her chest.
Lualia’s voice came as soft and effortless as ever, a gentle coo of a dove that transversed poetry through tight lips. “River, I died without you.”
Shuddering breaths broke her words apart. “You-“ Her breath caught in her throat. “You mean everything to me. You, and our children that we had together. I was challenged because I wasn’t an alpha. I cared more about you than I did that pack. Day in and day out I would search the land, the mountains, the fields. I called for you. Every single day, I called for you. I’d give anything if I thought it would bring you back. I was desperate for you. You were gone for over a year, and I watched the seasons come and go without you.”
The woman turned away, urgently searching the ominous clouds for savior. “You know me. Or at least, you used to. I’ve never allowed myself to break before. Not when my friends were killed. Or my dad. Or my own children. When you were gone, that did it. And you tell me that I don’t care about you? You think that I don’t love you?” Disgust and horror sickened her, shaking the women from within. “I wished I was dead River. I wished Tuska killed me. After the challenge I lay there-“ Cold gleaming eyes flickered to the patch of dead earth where she had fallen. Her heavy stare traced the blood spatter against the stark contrast of the snow. “I lay there, begging a god that no longer exists to reunite me with you, wherever you could have gone.” Desperate eyes found her husband’s once more.
“Even now, I don’t know quite what is happening. I don’t know. I’m not angry at you River. I’m miserable, terrified, and horrified. As you stand and spit your selfish, self-observed false observations at me, and after everything I’ve gone through for you, I am still completely, entirely, and undoubtedly in love with you.” Chaotic beats overwhelmed her; it was as if her heart was trying to burst from her rib cage. Heat lingered behind her eyes, forcing the cascade of tears down stained features. A small insignificant circle upon the snow had held her hopeless stare, empty and frantic for a marvel.
03-14-2017, 06:42 PM (This post was last modified: 03-14-2017, 06:43 PM by River Janus.)
Lucidity flooded her stare as she lurched forward, reaching out to him. But he flinched, taking a step back whenever she took a step forward. His eyes flickered over Lualia's form, taking in the entirety of her appearance and another bout of pain assaulted his heart. Yet he did not dare to look elsewhere. He watched her from afar, careful to keep distance between them, and listened to her growing anger.
“you dare tell me for a moment, for a single god damn moment, that i didn’t think about you?! i couldn’t stop thinking about you for a fucking minute, a second of solitude within my own mind without your eyes peering down at me was a rare thing, let me tell you!”
That confession did not rip the empty mask off his face; instead, if anything, icy chill appeared to glaze over his eyes, hardening his stare. The confession did not hold his tongue either; “And yet, you did not move,” The earlier longing within his voice was fading under the growing domination of cold anger, “You did not do anything.” Regret was starting to stir within his chest; if only he had not approached and awoken her. He knew it would hurt speaking to her, but he had never imagined that the pain would be akin to having a yawning black hole within his chest, where his heart ought to be, threatening to grow and swallow him whole.
“i gave my blood for the carus crown. on multiple occasions! funny, because i only remember you challenging axel; a nosey little two-year-old who once thought he could rule!”
A derisive snort erupted from within, “Axel, wha-?” Would River never escape from the growing shadow of Axel Trahern? He was no longer a king; he was a mere wanderer, lost and unknown by most, and yet the ghost of the Trahern still stalked his heels. “He challenged me, but I fail to see your point?” The cold anger within started to burn, flames beginning to lick the inner curves of his ribcage, hoping to be unleashed. But he held it in; however much she disgusted him, however much he wished he could hate her, he did not want her to endure the full force of his rage and pain. He was not sure why. She deserved that, and more. She deserved everything he could possibly have to throw at her. He inhaled shakily, hoping she was not protected because of his old love for her. He owed her nothing.
“i only wanted the damn crown so that if you were actually alive, you would come home! so you could become king again, and heal! and i would help you!”
“i lost the crown because of you. i became someone else, because of you!”
Red hot anger descended and he saw nothing but red and heard nothing but loud beats of his own thudding heart. Bristles rose along the line of his spine as his wings unfurled, springing open and hanging high. “You did not hold on the crown for me! If you were, you would not have let that son of a bitch Tuoni stole what was mine! You would not have lost it to him!” Words were slathered in fury, drenched in bitter poison as he allowed himself to be lost within the fires of anger, “Don't you fucking dare to blame your loss on me!”
Then silence. Lualia shrank in size as calmness appeared to fill her body. Then:
“river, i died without you.” Sardonic laughter forced its way up his throat, exploding from his lips. “That's tragic.”
“you mean everything to me. you, and our children that we had together. i was challenged because i wasn’t an alpha. i cared more about you than i did that pack. day in and day out i would search the land, the mountains, the fields. i called for you. every single day, i called for you. i’d give anything if i thought it would bring you back. i was desperate for you. you were gone for over a year, and i watched the seasons come and go without you.”
Words. Those were simply words. All the trust he had in her had disappeared. Lualia was a sorcerer, a witch, a fucking intelligent woman, and he could hardly believe that she had tried her best. “you know me. or at least, you used to. i’ve never allowed myself to break before. not when my friends were killed. or my dad. or my own children. when you were gone, that did it. and you tell me that i don’t care about you? you think that i don’t love you?” How did he know otherwise? She had stayed, allowing Tuska to take over, and allegedly waited for River to return to her. Love should not be passive. That was why they said you should fight for what you loved. Instead of actively fighting, Lualia chose to passively wait within the safe walls of her queendom. “i wished i was dead river. i wished tuska killed me. after the challenge i lay there- i lay there, begging a god that no longer exists to reunite me with you, wherever you could have gone.”
“even now, i don’t know quite what is happening. i don’t know. i’m not angry at you river. i’m miserable, terrified, and horrified. as you stand and spit your selfish, self-observed false observations at me, and after everything i’ve gone through for you, i am still completely, entirely, and undoubtedly in love with you.”
“M-my selfish, false observations?” River echoed, “Then what are yours?” The line of his lips drooped as revulsion marred his freckled face. His thought went back to Poltergeist and her accusation; what had she called Lualia again? Toxic individual. Much to his own disgust, he understood her. Anger was fading fast. Once again he moved backwards, stumbling, “If only you could see yourself.” He dropped his gaze to the bloodied ground, and then back on Lualia's disheveled face, “You fell apart after you lost Carus. You did not fall apart because you lost me, otherwise you would have fallen into this state a long time ago.” A smile flickered and faltered, “I-I don't believe your words. I don't believe you anymore.” She was like others. She was a traitor, a knife among many in his back.
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