As the boy steadily grew, so did his curiosity. The woods were filled with an abundant of interesting places one could easily spend hours exploring. But the one place the young spiderling enjoyed most was the blood soaked borders of the darkened woods. Not because of the death or eerie calmness that lurked there, but rather for the stories that were told with each unfortunate victim. Did they trespass? Were they just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Each could have a different reason for lying dead on Blackfeather borders, but in the end all of them ended up the exact same way.
The boy thought that to be rather poetic as he trailed along the invisible boundary, his eyes darting from one body to the next as he strolled along them nonchalantly. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of a worn out skull and the boy slowly moved over to playfully tap it with his paw. What happened to you, he wondered.
My mind is clearer now...
...at last, all too well...
gobbles up
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The dark woman had little left to give Blackfeather Woods. The times spend attempting to prove her capability was better spent actually doing so, and alas, that too had grown a chore; she had very little will left to hold up a pack that did not want her support, not even after all she had done for it. Still they praised the ground Damien walked upon, even after his abandonment in the dead of winter, leaving them without a leader and rendering them unguided. She had been there to mend the gap, to take hold the mantle Damien had been too irresponsible to handle. She had seen then through the season of despair, and had time and time again put the wieght of their survival upon her shoulders. Still, they held no regard for her, and as time passed by, the duty she felt was replaced by a bitter taste of befoulment in the face of those who continually scorned her. And perhaps, rightfully so.
The wraith, amid all that occured however, could not distract her thoughts from the pale demon that had placed himself upon her borders not that long ago, and she allowed herself time each day to gaze jut beyond the borders, hoping to catch a mere glimpse of the man himself. However, she was pulled from her path as the blur of a russet patch of fur flickered in the peripherals of her vision, tearing her attention away from the matters of her most inner temptations. It was a child of Potema, gazing at the bloodline that seperated the outside world from their desolate corner of the earth.
"The remenants of foolish mistakes," She explains without batting an eye to the child, steely optic zeroed in on the unrecogniseable skull of her sister that was currenty being toyed with by the boy. Her children had too been as curious as Potema's young, once upon a time when the barbaric reality of their world was not as fully realised. But he would learn soon, if he did not grasp the concept of his family's occupation already; Ganondorf was a Melonii, and perhaps just as self-destructive as his realitives. He too will grow to become what the dark woods demanded, born in the darkness and moulded by it. But she would not be there to watch her world become overun by bastard children, children who would undoubtbly topple the kin of her's that remained within the woods post her own departure.
[/td][td valign=center] [/td][/tr][/table]The wraith, amid all that occured however, could not distract her thoughts from the pale demon that had placed himself upon her borders not that long ago, and she allowed herself time each day to gaze jut beyond the borders, hoping to catch a mere glimpse of the man himself. However, she was pulled from her path as the blur of a russet patch of fur flickered in the peripherals of her vision, tearing her attention away from the matters of her most inner temptations. It was a child of Potema, gazing at the bloodline that seperated the outside world from their desolate corner of the earth.
"The remenants of foolish mistakes," She explains without batting an eye to the child, steely optic zeroed in on the unrecogniseable skull of her sister that was currenty being toyed with by the boy. Her children had too been as curious as Potema's young, once upon a time when the barbaric reality of their world was not as fully realised. But he would learn soon, if he did not grasp the concept of his family's occupation already; Ganondorf was a Melonii, and perhaps just as self-destructive as his realitives. He too will grow to become what the dark woods demanded, born in the darkness and moulded by it. But she would not be there to watch her world become overun by bastard children, children who would undoubtbly topple the kin of her's that remained within the woods post her own departure.
the only way to keep your people loyal is
to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy
to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy
April 06, 2017, 11:28 AM
While Ganon considered himself to be above and beyond his siblings both mentally and physically, the boy was still a boy in the end. He saw nothing but a toy infront of him and didn't quite understand that perhaps he shouldn't be desecrating the remains of some poor fool. So he continued to bat away at the skull and sent it toppling far ahead of himself, straight to the paws of the inky female. He stopped for a moment and shifted his gaze from the damaged bone to the dark master, his eyes questioning if he should approach or not. Despite having never met her, Ganon knew she ruled the woods and he wasn't foolish enough to simply approach unguarded.
But her posture was not hostile and so the young spiderling took a step in her direction. "Mistakes worthy of death?" he questioned curiously. Seemed kind of excessive to kill someone over a mistake, but he didn't voice his opinion. Instead he simply looked for an answer while simultaneously searching for a way to get his skull back.
But her posture was not hostile and so the young spiderling took a step in her direction. "Mistakes worthy of death?" he questioned curiously. Seemed kind of excessive to kill someone over a mistake, but he didn't voice his opinion. Instead he simply looked for an answer while simultaneously searching for a way to get his skull back.
My mind is clearer now...
...at last, all too well...
April 11, 2017, 05:23 PM
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The dark mistres nods with a soft yet regal hum in her voice as his inquisition meets her ears, a rather mature request that she had not entirely suspected of him. "Precicely." The quirk of her mouth spoke volumes, ackonwledging a sense of morbid curiosity she found within the child, but also the idea that she could delve deeper into his personality and take a glimpse at what he might become when she was no longer around to bear witness.
"Some mistakes do not deserve to be granted the honour of continuing to exist on earth, don't you think," Her question did not need an answer, for if he is anything like she expected, she knew exactly what he was thinking. Instead, she squints subjectively at the only remenant of her sibling, the rest had been lost to the changing seasons and the scavangers. Nemesis felt no guilt for the death sentence she had placed upon the once timid woman; it was her job and it was her consequnce. She placed her paw over her sister's skull, toying with it in the way the boy had. Perhaps it was the only relevant use Althaia had ever served, even after death. "This one expended our resources, tricked and betrayed us... tell me, what would you have done had such disrespect been shown to you?," This time, she eyed the boy with a newfound interest, curious to see what went on behind youthful eyes; in her expeirance, age was seldom a respresentation of what occured within the mind. If he was anything like his predecessors, instinct would kick in, and we would fall in line with the rest of the troubled, clinically enraged youth that sprouted from Blackfeather Woods. However, he was inquisitive, a factor her most acheiving son was not; something that spoke of promise where others would cease to fufill. It was hope, but it left a bittersweet taste within her mouth for it would not be of her kin that would prove worthy of the mantle she held, but perhaps the boy infront of her. Nudging the head back with a swift flick of her paw, her eyes landed unwavering upon the child, curios as to what his next words would be.
[/td][td valign=center] [/td][/tr][/table]"Some mistakes do not deserve to be granted the honour of continuing to exist on earth, don't you think," Her question did not need an answer, for if he is anything like she expected, she knew exactly what he was thinking. Instead, she squints subjectively at the only remenant of her sibling, the rest had been lost to the changing seasons and the scavangers. Nemesis felt no guilt for the death sentence she had placed upon the once timid woman; it was her job and it was her consequnce. She placed her paw over her sister's skull, toying with it in the way the boy had. Perhaps it was the only relevant use Althaia had ever served, even after death. "This one expended our resources, tricked and betrayed us... tell me, what would you have done had such disrespect been shown to you?," This time, she eyed the boy with a newfound interest, curious to see what went on behind youthful eyes; in her expeirance, age was seldom a respresentation of what occured within the mind. If he was anything like his predecessors, instinct would kick in, and we would fall in line with the rest of the troubled, clinically enraged youth that sprouted from Blackfeather Woods. However, he was inquisitive, a factor her most acheiving son was not; something that spoke of promise where others would cease to fufill. It was hope, but it left a bittersweet taste within her mouth for it would not be of her kin that would prove worthy of the mantle she held, but perhaps the boy infront of her. Nudging the head back with a swift flick of her paw, her eyes landed unwavering upon the child, curios as to what his next words would be.
the only way to keep your people loyal is
to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy
to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy
April 13, 2017, 08:42 AM
His eyes twitched atop his head at her hum and Ganon found himself taking another small step towards the inky master. He was solely focused on the skull, but when the words left her lips the boy drew his gaze upward to search for the piercing stare of his elder. He was unaware of the change taking place in his own eyes, how the blue he was so fond of was slowly fading away and shifting into a molten gold. It added an intensity in his stare but also brought forth an indescribable hunger for whatever she could teach him. He had decided to take the opportunity before him as a chance to get ahead, to learn something his siblings might not.
"I guess" he answered, his face twisting up as he thought about the question. "But how are they supposed to learn from their mistakes if you just kill them?" Death was all around him and after seeing it on a daily basis, he thought it to be overrated. He believed that death in this world just meant the start in a new one, so even if they killed them here, they weren't gone forever. He sucked in a breath as his eyes looked to the skull that the dark master toyed with. She asked yet another question, one he found much easier to answer. "I'd keep them" he responded, his head tilting slightly to the side. "Killing them wouldn't bring the recourses back" he started, pleased that he could properly pronounce the large word, "so I'd make them work until they repaid what they stole." Whatever happened to them after that would be none of his concern.
"I guess" he answered, his face twisting up as he thought about the question. "But how are they supposed to learn from their mistakes if you just kill them?" Death was all around him and after seeing it on a daily basis, he thought it to be overrated. He believed that death in this world just meant the start in a new one, so even if they killed them here, they weren't gone forever. He sucked in a breath as his eyes looked to the skull that the dark master toyed with. She asked yet another question, one he found much easier to answer. "I'd keep them" he responded, his head tilting slightly to the side. "Killing them wouldn't bring the recourses back" he started, pleased that he could properly pronounce the large word, "so I'd make them work until they repaid what they stole." Whatever happened to them after that would be none of his concern.
My mind is clearer now...
...at last, all too well...
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