Silence of the Crows :: Never to be tamed. :: Northern Forest :: Euphoric Fabrication Author Topic: Euphoric Fabrication (Read 311 times) Rie [Crow|Torah] Beloved The Carrion Crow Lord Tora[M:0][M:0] member is offline What you hate in me is but the weakness of my humanity. Joined: Feb 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 99 Karma: 2 Euphoric Fabrication « Thread Started on Aug 3, 2007, 2:49pm » Crow Hound She hadn’t felt like this in years, she realized. Not since Steele. Looking back at it all now she realized that the male had brought silence to her demons, and tamed her turbulent nature like nothing else was ever able to. He’d done it with soft words, and a distinct lack of anything resembling authority, and for him she had changed herself… Forced herself into a little box made of crystal and pearl. She’d forsaken her bloodlust, ignored the whispering of the demons that were fidgeting around her even now. She glanced almost nervously from the corner of her slightly bloodshot orange eye, watching the ugly little things as they crouched and twitched there staring at her large black form with glowing eyes. They looked as though they were awaiting her judgment: Waiting for her to condemn them back into the bowels of their crystal coffin. Was that what she wanted? Pale light glistened between the high stretch of the leafy boughs. The canopy was distant, and looking up could produce a singing since of dizziness that floated down the spine to grip with cold claws at a nauseous stomach. The shadows were thick at the bases of the trees, and coiled in the underbrush like adders. This forested world was gifted with its own surreal light; a green gold one that seemed to have been born from fairy tales and mythology. This strange sub-world spanned off in all directions apparently endless. It was a lonely place, and it suited the beast well. This was a place of secrets, and of monsters that went bump in the night. Yes, the dark female seemed to fit in perfectly. Crow had given into something she didn’t normally do. Being the sociopathic megalomaniac that she was she was normally rather calm and controlled; She oozed with charismatic power and drew other wolves to her with honey and promises… Yet now, alone here, she was pacing. Seven steps to the east, stop, turn, seven steps west, stop turn, back east, back west. Back and forth. Back and forth. A certain radius of her was perpetuated with an eerie silence that bespoke of the predator in its midst. She did not try to conceal herself, and did not seem unduly worried by the sound of leaves rustling beneath her paws, not the occasional crack of a bit of woodland debris. Her thin ratty tail twitched slowly behind her haunches, ticking back and forth almost like an irritated cats. The forsaken tyrant curled her upper lip in annoyance as her fiery eye watched the demons crouched around her. She couldn’t tell if there were simply that many of them, or if they were fast enough to leap journey back and forth across the area to keep in her line of view. Turn pace back that way. One of the strange little things lifted its three fingered hand to rub over its elongated face like a rabbit washing itself. It was probably a good thing she was alone, though oddly enough no one else ever seemed to notice them. Snarling furiously Crow lay her ears back, flattening them to her broad skull as she skulked along her well paced path like a baffled tigress, "What do you want from me?" She bit out spitefully. When the response came it came from everywhere and no where whispering in her ears like a lover breathing sweet nothings We want what we’ve always wanted "And what is that?" She asked her voice barked harshly through the heavy air. The air that was clogging her nostrils with the scent. It smelled like a storm. The world smelled like a thunder storm was coming, but it really wasn’t. It wasn’t a real smell, just a smell that sat in her nose like a premonition. We want what you want. "I don’t understand! Why? Why would you want that!" Because we are you. You are us. "That makes no sense!" Of course it does. It always has, it always will. "I… " It did, actually. She could remember, vaguely, when it had started. It had started that night that Hait had appeared to ‘deal’ with her pack. There had only been one of them then, but she had only been a puppy then. It had informed her that they would always be there, and all she had to do was accept them. All would be well. She’d been nothing if not practical as a whelp. Stoic and quiet even in her playful youth. That was the day she learned that killing other wolves was a matter of when and not if. You had to kill the others because they were in the way. Then Hait had found her, and taken her back with them… And she’d learned other things. Painful things, but she’d taught those painful things as well. She didn’t see the demons again until she’d found her own lands, and that was when things had picked up. Blood had flowed like wild rivers, and she’d found herself floating blissfully as the world scrambled to please her. Insanity, she had realized long ago, as nice. It left you free of the gravity of existence. Those people who claimed that the insane didn’t realize their insanity were fools. Crow had known for a long time that she wasn’t all there. Still, Steele had locked away her demons and insanity in a crystal box and made her into a normal wolf for a while there, but it was all falling to shambles now. And she found she liked it Then, Crow stopped pacing tipped her head back, parted her thick blunt jaws and let out a rendition of madness in the sound of whooping cackles. The world was colored the color of blood that was drying as the sun sank slowly toward the horizon in discolored red orange beauty. The black tyrant just kept laughing, and all around her the creations of her mad hallucinations hissed and giggled in pleasure at her acceptance. 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