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the world is more interesting with you in it - Lecter - July 23, 2014

@Jinx, if you think it's realistic she would respond to him <3 slight PP as to where she would be.

(i wrote this post to this)



Logically, Lecter had accepted that he would lose Jinx. And yet, whatever small iota of him that had resigned her to such a fate was not strong enough to stand against the demands of his mind, the twinned flames of ire and of grief that burned simultaneously within him.

Too young, too young; the shaman would gladly trade whatever remaining months he had left to himself if only it would break the shadow of madness from overtop her head and breathe new life into her.

In the sleepless nights that followed upon the heels of her deterioration, Lecter lay encased in his brew of opiate and mushroom, breathing somewhat laboured, agonal in the testament of his everlasting love for Jinx. It occurred to him to poison her utterly, to allow her a quick respite against the thirst and the denial that would consume her at the end, but the hot sting of tears against his eyelids, surprising in its foreign sensation, lent credence to the fact that he could not do this thing. He could not kill her, for despite the peace Jinx would gain, her precious blood would be upon him.

And so the madman had settled for self-destruction, and with each slowed beat of his heart, Lecter felt peace settle into its place. He was careful to apportion his poisons as not to allow Jinx to to outlive him; the shaman suspected she had little time, and he intended to mingle the cadence of their hearts until the last beat of her own.

He sought her now, beneath the full belly of the moon, with quiet steps. And once he had found the trail of her scent, feverish, infected, he wept her name into the gloom of the nightfall air. Jinx, Lecter called, with blind hope in his soul that she would hear him, would come to him. Jinx, come to me. I will not live if you must die. His voice faded into a hoarse sob, and he was unable to speak.

Icewater eyes raked the fell shadows of the forest for a glimpse of her pale form, but his gaze soon blurred beneath the weight of their salted burdens and he mouthed her name into the blackness once more.




RE: the world is more interesting with you in it - Jinx - July 23, 2014

She stumbled through her world, only half comprehending what was happening around her. None could have predicted the sudden acceleration of her affliction. One day, she had been coherent, and the next, her mind had been taken. She thought, in those brief moments where she was lucid, that perhaps Sos had come to claim her soul and that was why she couldn't remember large chunks of days that passed.

She could scarcely remember her name, yet when a familiar voice called it out into the night, she paused in her weaving trail. There was a glimmer of recognition in her eyes as she swung herself around like a bull pulled by its nose, but that quickly winked out. Nevertheless, the sound of a voice summoned the rabid animal, whose desire to sink her teeth into another's flesh was becoming greater by the day.

Lecter stood by his lonesome on a path. Jinx would have wept to see him now, to see the slow pain and torture he brought on himself. But Jinx was no longer there. She had left behind a husk of a body that had taken no sustenance for three or four days, which surely would waste away if the rabies did not take it first. She staggered toward him, opening and closing her jaws and letting foamy saliva drop to the ground at her feet. The sound of static and lightning filled her ears, and she croaked pitifully.

She did not see Lecter, but rather, her hulking God. They were one and the same to her, after all. S.... ooos, she managed to whisper, her body swaying to the tempo of some unheard song. Her motions were twitchy and anxious but still she stood before Him.


RE: the world is more interesting with you in it - Lecter - July 24, 2014



She had become wasted, her once proudly strong form now wasted to a tattered pelt wrapped around what was barely a skeletal bundle. He wept openly now as she approached, with loud, racking sobs that he could not, would not, hide. Saliva pattered from her tongue to wet the earth with its poisonous organisms, and all at once Lecter thought wildly that he would enrage her, take the brunt of her bite to his throat, and be done with it all the same.

And yet, he could not bring himself to do such a thing — this was becoming quickly a common occurrence. The wolves of the Spine, as fierce and independent as they might be, were in need of guidance, and he had no intention of allowing that which Jinx had wrought to be so soon torn asunder.

Sos, Lecter repeated slowly, rooted to the loam upon which he stood. Why have You forsaken her, Mighty One? what evil has she done against You, that she should deserve such a fate? A ragged inhale of breath trailed his words; he longed with every fibre of his being to move forward, to embrace Jinx, but he was restrained by wholly damnable logic. Take me in her stead, Sos, he cried, his sylph's visage blurred almost unrecognizable by the saltwater that poured down his bloodied cheeks.




RE: the world is more interesting with you in it - Jinx - July 28, 2014

There was a voice praying, but no matter how she craned her head or preened her ears, the fallen Alpha could not identify the speaker. Lecter appeared in the skin of a huge black polar bear, but there was no priest in sight. She smacked her wet lips together, choking out a breath past the collected drool, and rattled a query to the Dark Father: “Houn... gan?”

That word seemed to come to her from a consciousness deeper than her own. It was ingrained in her memory and her blood as surely as the fact that she was a wolf. She was the daughter of a Houngan, loyal to Sos. Koios Iqniq had been his name, though when she tried to ask Sos if that was who prayed in unidentifiable words, she found she could not recall even the words for his existence. Koios' memory drifted away from her dwindling sanity... Even if it had only been the memory of a name.

She could not understand that Lecter was begging their God for her life. Her comprehension was shot. “T... Take meeee,” she hissed, willing Him to just end her suffering. The way her vision twisted and warped reality inappropriately was maddening. The constant buzzing in her head and the firing of her nervous system and the way she jerked and frothed and lost control of herself left her in a state of constant fear and alarum. At first, it had been funny and convincing, but now it was no such thing. She could not handle it any more than she could handle the inherent knowledge that she was dying a slow and torturous death, sure to end in paralysis and coma.


RE: the world is more interesting with you in it - Lecter - July 28, 2014



It occurred suddenly to him, with the force of a bone shattering, that his breath would span the entire timeline of Jinx's life. Images flashed before his eyes; Nanuq's swelling sides beneath her pale fur; the downy, tiny bodies held cupped carefully between Koios' forelegs; and the fierce Mambo cub, her eyes even then holding a vitality her great youth could not suppress. Her thirst for knowledge had been beyond her years, however, and the weatherwitch had gladly taken her as his pupil.

And Lecter had loved her, first as a mentor might adore a promising student, but he had fallen hopelessly ensnared by her vivacity, her savage beauty that flared with the prowess of an older wolfess beneath the barely-bloomed angles of her youthful form. Perhaps he was fated to take such an interest in her; the black magick of her father working its way into their twinned lives. But the shaman believed in no such thing; a powerful Houngan had he been, Koios, but he had not influenced Lecter in favour of Jinx.

He had loved her, and now he would watch her die, his mind mercifully lined with memories of more joyous times. And yet, and yet — the madman wondered if he had been the cause of all this. It had not been in Sos' favour to grant them children; perhaps by taking her for lover he had had angered the Dark One in some way, and now Sos would take Jinx's life as sacrifice for the wrongdoing.

Houngan, she muttered raspily, and he felt as if she were calling for her father, he who had died far too soon and had not seen the great light of the Loa enter Jinx, fill her with a tangible power. Soon, Lecter crooned in a painful sing-song tone to his mate. You shall rest with him soon.

A stiff step toward her was taken then, for he could not help himself; the draw, despite the mad jerks of her body, her rolling, dry eyes, was not one easily resisted. If only, but for a moment; he prayed for one iota of time in which to hold her, to still the feverish movements of her limbs, the maddened, half-coherent words which floated from her lips — one moment to embrace Jinx before she faded into the oblivion of death and departed him forever.




RE: the world is more interesting with you in it - Jinx - July 29, 2014

Sos swept forth on thick, shadowy limbs, and Jinx briefly cowered away from Him. He was the Dread Lord if ever there was one, but though He was unkind and balanced for darkness, He was never cruel. She would never suspect Him of cursing her with this malady of the brain. She would sooner point the finger at Atka, if she had the ability to point a finger at all.

She took ragged sips of air past spit bubbles in her throat as the Dark Bear came closer. He was saying something indecipherable, speaking it in Lecter's voice. For a moment, she leaned forward into that siren song with ears twitching every which way atop her head. No sooner had her lover in the guise of the Bear God brushed her fur in a gentle embrace between mad wolves that she flinched violently away, gnashing her jaws and threatening to bite.

The temptation to bite was so strong that the falling Warrior nearly lunged forward to plant a kiss of death upon his hide, but seeing him as Sos stayed her.


RE: the world is more interesting with you in it - Lecter - July 30, 2014



For a moment, past the agitated twitching of her ears, the hoarse gasps of her breath, he imagined she recognized him, and a low whine slid from his throat as their pelts enmeshed for the barest of moments. Lecter would embrace her now; he would kiss her thin cheeks; draw her sickness into himself.

But he did none of these things. His love, she danced a threat and her slick teeth revealed themselves in a fatal threat. Kill me, he tempted with icewater eyes, but whatever bare hint of logic was left to him brought him backing out of her reach. She saw nothing. Lecter believed himself as unrecognizable to the once-fierce woman as he had ever been in either of their lives, and for a long span of moments he merely stood, watching her, his soul twisted into agonies.