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Story; two continued. - RIP Priapus - October 11, 2020

Wisking away the delightful child, Priapus was unaware if it was really her's or not. Many wolves, including newborns carried the black pelts, and she could've mistake any as her long lost children. Unfortunatly the first to come across her path was @Mira. She was so happy to finally found at least one of her babies, that she whisked her away.

Constantly grooming, and smothering in love. However at times did the woman whisper, "Why did you leave?" And her grasp tightened onto the child. Painfully so, her heart clenched as so did her jaw alongst the childs neck. But after some pressure, she realized, "but I know you'll never leave again!"



RE: Story; two continued. - Mira - October 11, 2020

It was known to her family that Mira despised being wet. Grooming disgusted her, and being held by this woman disgusted her further. In the first days of being taken she had often screamed and cried like a kidnapped child would. But 'mommy' was good at shushing her, holding her down whenever she desired to escape. She was a little warrior, but ultimately still a child- and her playfights with siblings had not prepared her for the insanity of the tight grasp of a woman who wanted her.

The jaws clenching onto her neck, being so far from her family; Mira had few emotions- but now tears streamed quietly from golden eyes of pure hate, as she felt the most in her black heart that she ever had. Her eyes were angry slits of hatred, though she did not look upon the face of her kidnapper. I DO NOT BELONG TO YOU. Mira hissed quietly, voice slightly strained from the pressure that had been applied to her throat.

There was a part of her that wished to try her escape, but she could not do such when the woman was above her so, for surely she would be snatched back and clutched tighter to a point of choking. No- any fleeing would require seeking an opening, and Mira felt something dark grip her soul- for this woman could not be allowed to continue to roam, and harm. She thought of what Mother had defined as an enemy- anyone who hurts her family- and Mira decided she did not want to give this monster the chance to hurt her siblings.


RE: Story; two continued. - RIP Priapus - October 11, 2020

When her child wept, Priapus was cuddle her so. She would lay down and force Mira into her chest, comforting and soothing, however at times sprouts of anger appeared and she would bite down harder on the child. Sometimes pressing with her paw to the ground as if they were a measly bug. Eyes tainted with a darkness, as she would switch between loving and dismay.

The ultimate despair of madness.

"Of course you do sweetie, you came from my womb. That barren bitch doesn't deserve you. You're always mine, my little bundle."



RE: Story; two continued. - Mira - October 13, 2020

Priapus' comfort was a sickening sort, and every touch from the other mother watered a thorn bush in Mira. Sharp and deadly things in her spirit- thinking of what a terrible curse upon the world this creature was. She had not harmed Mira's family- (she had by stealing their child, of course, but Mira was not empathetic enough to consider their feelings on her absence,) but she had harmed Mira herself. If there was a reason, she could not find one- and thus believed this was an evil being. The world had to be cleansed of creatures like Priapus.

There was a terror too, in the shift between comfort and pain. This woman loved to cuddle and bite in equal doses- and Mira much preferred Hydra's love and discipline, which had always seemed to come in the form of confident words. She was a merciless queen, but never had she bitten Mira so, only frightened her into obedience for the rules of her world. 

Priapus spoke that she came from her- but Mira growled in her throat. YOU ARE GREY. I AM BLACK. That was how genetics worked, wasn't it? Then again... there was Mintaka, who looked like neither of her parents. MAYBE MY SISTER IS YOURS INSTEAD. She contemplated almost to herself, and wondered whether Mother would be happier without the burden of the ditzy girl.

But the serpent did not think this woman deserved to own her anyway, even if her lies were truth. Where was her mountain, her army? YOU DESERVE NOTHING. IF YOU DO NOT FREE ME, YOU WILL REGRET YOUR CHOICES. Mira was still trying to learn to intimidate but hey, she figured she was getting there well enough.


RE: Story; two continued. - RIP Priapus - October 16, 2020

Priapus wanted to rub against her daughter, skin to skin and hold her tightly, "You look just like your father." Even though she was gray, majority of her children were as black as the night, just as he was. A handsome man, she looked so much like him, only a smaller size of her beloved.. Who was taken away, by that scornful bitch!

Perhaps if she succeeded in holding, she was now squeezing so tightly it may hurt, a deranged look as she scowled to mountain where she had found Mira, "we'll save them all, don't you worry." So was the plan, she would take all of them...

"Oh you're so cute when you're trying to be scary." So the mothered purred, absolutely in love how her beautiful daughter was coming to. Perhaps another day, she would avenge her lost love, and destroy the wretched husband-stealer.



RE: Story; two continued. - Mira - October 21, 2020

Just like her father? Ha! Mira had met her father; if anything he looked disappointingly unlike her, and more like the noisy brother who had bothered her since birth. She had no qualms against him- but she knew her black pelt was Mother's black pelt, and she and her were connected in that way. Mira would not let Priapus tear that connection from her. 

"Mother" squeezed her tighter, and tears of pain nipped at the corners of the serpent's eyes, threatening to spill over again. Priapus said she was to come for the others- and though Mira found a couple of them pointless company, they were family- that she knew- and thus she would not let them come to the fate she had come to. 

It was best to eliminate that possibility entirely. 

At the compliment, Mira began to wriggle wildly- like a demon had entered her body. A dark living tornado, she sought to free herself by whatever means- fine, let her skin tear away at the nape! She would escape this bitch's hold and make her pay.


RE: Story; two continued. - RIP Priapus - October 22, 2020

Her daughter squirmed and tried to flee, to the point skin seemed to have ripped; but Mira was free from Priapus's grasp, "Where are you going sweetie?" Though of course, the mourning mother would never let her child flee again. She would make sure, that they would stay with her, regardless if they liked her or not. For she knew, they were all brainwashed by the barren bitch.

So she lunged, for Mira, regardless of the harm they may come forth, she would lunge for her daughter. The thought was at the back of her mind- for if she couldn't have her,

no one could.



RE: Story; two continued. - Mira - October 22, 2020

NO! 

Priapus was lunging towards her, but Mira was prepared now, and had already been halfway through whipping around to turn on her captor once more. The serpent would be pushing- jaws wide, fangs bared. Shove her backwards into the trees or foliage past her. She was still rather small, but the wrath made her bolder, and Mira could only hope she would gather enough force to fling the false mother backwards.


RE: Story; two continued. - RIP Priapus - October 22, 2020

She wasn't big enough to cause serious damage with claws and fangs, so Priapus thought nothing of it. Though a weight of a child can still cause damage, and surprisingly so, instead of continuing to run or being docile, she fought back. Priapus's lips tore back into a snarl, angered by the defiance of her daughter.

How dare she? This was her mother!

Though unfortunatly- that best preformance the abandoned mother, could give.

Claws and fangs toward this child, but pushed back. She could feel a sharp pain enter her backside, and an unpleasant feeling of liquid swarming that dripped below

What had happened?



RE: Story; two continued. - Mira - October 22, 2020

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The fury of Mira was a powerful thing. The serpent pushed and shoved the woman back, where her backside slammed into a solid old tree. The kid's yellow gaze flit down to the woman's stomach- where something, something unnatural was stabbed through one side next to her spine, and emerged at her tummy. Not unnatural really, but the sharp tree branch suddenly seemed so unfamiliar, coated in wet crimson. Mira did not feel sick, gazing upon the sudden gore of the scene- only shocked at what she had been capable of. Never had she hurt her siblings so in their playfights, and the blood of a wolf smelled different than the blood of the small animals she tortured. She stared almost dumbfounded for a moment, until she realized this mother was still alive. Ought she treat her as she treated the little animals? Mira thought it would be hard to break her limb as easily as she broke the bird's wing if the woman was still prone to struggling. While blood leaked down the stunned Priapus' grey furs, the serpent came forward again. I WILL CLEANSE THE WILDS OF WOLVES LIKE YOU. Mira promised as she sprang forward (not unlike a venomous snake,) seeking to tear her fangs into the impaled woman's throat and rip out whatever she could.


RE: Story; two continued. - RIP Priapus - November 02, 2020

The mother- not even a mother, but the deadly wolf stared with a blurred vision at the site of a blackened demon. Only a smile could be produced, as blood trickled down from her back and mouth, as the world seemed to be filled with a scarlet rage.

Priapus was right, after all.

She was just like her father. Down to the cruel bones where in the end, where she had taken the life of another, while the ex-husband, taken the life she gave, to another. As her throat as clenched and rip, the wolf could only mutter a single phrase.

"I curse you."



RE: Story; two continued. - Mira - November 03, 2020

this is very unusual for summer >.< no judge me!!

Mira had been cursed since long ago, when something evil crept into her heart and squeezed it into a dry seed.

Mira dug her fangs into the throat, tightening her grasp viciously as she could. This scum stole you. She squeezed harder. This scum hurt you. Blood leaking into her mouth, in her throat, it was like drowning in the red sea. This scum hurt Mother's family.

Mira yanked herself backward, ripping something thick away while Priapus spoke her last words. Her maw was coated in crimson; she fell to the ground while 'Mother' slumped where she had been flung, whatever life was left in her rapidly leaving her body in the form of her lifeblood. She heard a squeal like a wild hog from the bitch turned corpse; Mira didn't know if that was real or her imagination. She couldn't think straight; the world swirled before her and she felt a kind of terrible sickness in her gut.  

It wasn't done.

Priapus was fading, but it was so sudden. The serpent spat out whatever she held in her jaws onto the ground- some part of the throat that she didn't recognize well, not at this size. She'd only ever dissected her dolls- mice, birds- but the organ was unrecognizable now. She wondered about all of it.  

And she still felt incomplete. She hadn't done enough. Priapus' body was only held upward but the branch that had impaled her through the side of the stomach- and Mira paced towards her, gaze boring into hers like two suns, looking for any glimmer of consciousness that remained. Her eyes were half lidded and dull, and her tongue hung from her mouth like any dead dog that had ever died. Mira reached up, grabbing her scruff almost gently and pulling her body down to the earth. The movement of the corpse caused her loose neck to swing back and forth like a pendulum as she shifted, spilling blood faster onto the earth and Mira's paws, drenched in liquid. The killer let the corpse fall to the earth, and for a moment stared upon her- no, it- observing it simply. A dead wolf. She had never seen one before; even that smoky stranger who had come to the borders collapsed had survived, cared for by @Kukutux

Mira released a sigh from her nostrils heavily, and shifted forward, leaning towards the grey face and letting her hot breath fall upon it. 

She quickly went to work. The demon fixed her fangs at the lower eyelid of one socket, dragging her teeth along from the base outward until the skin began to part. Along the way she made a mess- she was just a child, after all- popping the eyeball in a gruesome manner, liquid beginning to seep down like a bloody egg yolk. The flesh beneath was red, and still gave off the heat of a living body. Mira peeled away skin and skin and more fucking skin until Priapus' head looked like a volleyball with ears, a nose, and one half-lidded eyeball where it had been too difficult to tear away the lid without breaking the eye. She took the mangled throat between her jaws and shook her head back and forth, gnawing and ripping until some part of that bone ladder separated, and the head fell from the corpse, eye looking out into the world that spun upside down as she rolled.

If she knew the words to swear she would've. Instead she screamed into the daylight, vocal cords rough from the pressure that had been placed there just minutes before. Crows and sparrows departed from branches into the sky, and Mira fell onto her side with a rare fearsome sob that caught in her throat. She had let Mother down. It dawned on her, how many days she'd been gone- how angry and dissapointed her family would be to see her return with nothing of benefit. Drenched in blood and tears and it was hard to say which was greater there, Mira gathered the skinned noggin in her jaws and began to slowly make her way away from the murder scene- and all the while, quiet tears continued to flow.