The journey back to the valley was one she made in silence.
It was too late by the time Cygnet realized that she had grabbed hold of the pelt, not the girl who had come to slay Mae in her sleep. She'd grabbed it with every ounce of the ferocity she could muster, and had shaken it- and after one savage shake, she realized that the skin had no blood. The skin was not connected to muscle, did not cover bone, and that her teeth caused no pain. It was nothing more than a pelt- but more significant yet was the fact that it was a seal skin.
The very same one that Sobeille had brought, and had offered as a gift.
And Sobeille- the masked viper- struck at Cygnet. Before the pelt hit the ground it would be spattered with blood. She shrieked in agony as her world went dark, consumed with a pain so keen that it only persisted a moment and then the shock set in. She shook her head again, sending droplets of blood and goo flying from beneath her furrowed brow. A glob of jelly slid down her cheek, clinging to her fur, finding its way past the corner of her mouth an unheard [i]plop on the seal skin.
On the right side of her face brow to cheekbone was one clean cut, puncturing deep when it reached the soft orb of her eye. From jaw to upper lip, two lines; a signature scrawled in skin and tissue that could belong to no other, but Sobeille.
On the left side- from a blow meant purely to deflect- one single line, trailing from her brow and disappearing just at her cheekbone. Blood poured into her eye. The flesh swelled. Blindness ensued- temporary, but terrifying.
Whatever had happened afterwards, she wasn't sure. She ambled back, swayed slightly, and then dropped to the ground.[/i]
"Mae?" The one question she asked as she was being treated. She was told that Mae would stay in Moonglow- and that she would be returned to the creek. Separated. Cygnet loathed the Moonwoman, but was too groggy from medicines and too vulnerable to lash out. She could only hope that Mae might be alright; and that she might find the precious little Ajei that had started all of this, and smother her in her sleep.
She requested the seal skin- the one Sobeille had brought- and carried it across her shoulders the entire journey home. She did not clean the blood from it. She couldn't see it, anyway- not with her right eye completely eviscerated and her left beginning to heal shut.
She kept herself as sharp as possible, only taking medicines when the fever made her weak. Once she arrived back in her den, she slept for three entire days- waking only when prompted, to drink or eat.
On the fourth day, she emerged from her den to feel the sunlight on her shoulders.
She heard a twig snap; her ears perked, and she felt the skin pull tight on her face where the flesh healed.
Through a tiny gap in the eyelids that had begun to heal together, she saw a glimmer of light; the first sign that she might one day see again.
It was too late by the time Cygnet realized that she had grabbed hold of the pelt, not the girl who had come to slay Mae in her sleep. She'd grabbed it with every ounce of the ferocity she could muster, and had shaken it- and after one savage shake, she realized that the skin had no blood. The skin was not connected to muscle, did not cover bone, and that her teeth caused no pain. It was nothing more than a pelt- but more significant yet was the fact that it was a seal skin.
The very same one that Sobeille had brought, and had offered as a gift.
And Sobeille- the masked viper- struck at Cygnet. Before the pelt hit the ground it would be spattered with blood. She shrieked in agony as her world went dark, consumed with a pain so keen that it only persisted a moment and then the shock set in. She shook her head again, sending droplets of blood and goo flying from beneath her furrowed brow. A glob of jelly slid down her cheek, clinging to her fur, finding its way past the corner of her mouth an unheard [i]plop on the seal skin.
On the right side of her face brow to cheekbone was one clean cut, puncturing deep when it reached the soft orb of her eye. From jaw to upper lip, two lines; a signature scrawled in skin and tissue that could belong to no other, but Sobeille.
On the left side- from a blow meant purely to deflect- one single line, trailing from her brow and disappearing just at her cheekbone. Blood poured into her eye. The flesh swelled. Blindness ensued- temporary, but terrifying.
Whatever had happened afterwards, she wasn't sure. She ambled back, swayed slightly, and then dropped to the ground.[/i]
"Mae?" The one question she asked as she was being treated. She was told that Mae would stay in Moonglow- and that she would be returned to the creek. Separated. Cygnet loathed the Moonwoman, but was too groggy from medicines and too vulnerable to lash out. She could only hope that Mae might be alright; and that she might find the precious little Ajei that had started all of this, and smother her in her sleep.
She requested the seal skin- the one Sobeille had brought- and carried it across her shoulders the entire journey home. She did not clean the blood from it. She couldn't see it, anyway- not with her right eye completely eviscerated and her left beginning to heal shut.
She kept herself as sharp as possible, only taking medicines when the fever made her weak. Once she arrived back in her den, she slept for three entire days- waking only when prompted, to drink or eat.
On the fourth day, she emerged from her den to feel the sunlight on her shoulders.
She heard a twig snap; her ears perked, and she felt the skin pull tight on her face where the flesh healed.
Through a tiny gap in the eyelids that had begun to heal together, she saw a glimmer of light; the first sign that she might one day see again.
November 02, 2024, 01:28 PM
Whenever I hear or see the lyrics for that song I always think of Ethan Hawke in the Reality Bites movie.
She emerged—asleep for days—and a swallow of relief was given before the man rose quickly to his paws, the carcass of a beaver enveloped in strong jaws before he deposited it close to her. “Cygnet,” he murmured, ears laid back, eyes roving over her—checking without touching—feeling the surge of anger swell in him once more that this had been done.
No true reason had been fully offered or given—suspicions were certainly heavy in the air, and a certain regret clung to him that he had not made the trespassing girl suffer just a little bit more for what she had done… Had not driven his fangs down to her own face—to take her sight. What she might have done to Cygnet.
Made her live in the same world that Mae suffered through.
Reason had been on his side in that moment, even if his heart felt it a betrayal. A trial to be had, maybe—he did not know. First, he needed his girls to heal.
And then their justice would come to them, in one form or another.
November 02, 2024, 01:54 PM
it’s such a banger! :D
She licked her lips and settled when she heard Akavir’s voice. Hyper-vigilant now, she felt prickly and insecure, as if the darkness that had been the cover for Sobeille’s attack had never truly been lifted. She got a glimpse of the hell that Mae lived on a day to day basis- and began to feel the darkness fuel an ancient hatred deep within her.
And yet she remained quiet. Her fur, unkempt, remained bristled about her hackles as if she expected to be pounced at any second, and her best bet was to be as silent as possible so she might hear the footfalls of an attacker.
The realization of her own paranoia made her shudder. She trembled for a moment, lips tightening and pulling at the healing wounds. Her molars, now permanently revealed on the right side where the flesh was torn, felt dry, and tugged at the inside of her mouth. She licked her lips again.
Justice.She croaked, softly.
We get justice.
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