Love Bites

Kada · Nov 1, 2016

Malara was a creature of passion. Anger and lust, two very different but very volatile emotions. And she had the misfortune of swinging wildly in between the two with small reprieves of normal cognition between the extremes. Right now, anger dominated. And she was taking it out on the innocent landscape, if only so she wouldn't hurt anyone she cared about.
As she swung around the long chain of her flail, she felt her body shudder with the impact as it splintered a tree to her right, wooden shrapnel going off every direction. The spikes from the part of the chain she kept wrapped around herself bit harshly into her skin, making her bleed more onto the ground. She didn't care. Right now she was imagining that the tree she had just torn asunder was a certain reaper.

It had been weeks since the corn maze. Weeks since Malara had confessed to Pandora that she loved her. They had been fuck buddies for a little while at that point, but her feelings had grown beyond simple, carnal desires. Pandora hadn't responded then. Malara was alright with that. It was a tense situation, not the kind of place you talked about a possible relationship. Love could bloom on a battlefield, sure, but it wasn't the best place for it.
Malara swung the flail down hard, cracking a stone in half. The way it broke felt like a skull, and she caught herself grinning somewhat wickedly at the thought. She yanked the flail back to herself and continued swinging it in an arc, almsot blindly searching for another target to destroy.

Then Pandora had died. Malara had not taken that well. No, that was an understatement. Malara had been a goddamn wreck. She had lost people before, but after her confession and everything that had happened, she didn't know how to move on for the longest. It didn't help matters that she blamed her lust for battle for blinding her to Pandora getting swarmed. She had gotten a tattoo, a black widow spider on the front of her left thigh, as a memoir of her loss.
The flail struck out once again, the chain wrapping several times around a green sapling. With a yank, Malara uprooted it. Her anger broiled over and she felt her hair grow weightless as it turned into pure fire.

But life had to go on. Malara pulled herself together, resolved to at least put on a front of being okay until she really was. She had finished her preparations for the Masquerade, and gone as if nothing had happened. As if she wasn't still putting herself back together. But the illusion shattered itself when she had showed up. Pandora herself, alive and well. Walking around as if she hadn't been torn to shreds just a week prior. Malara went to her, nearly a blubbering mess. But the knife in her heart got pulled in deeper and twisted.
Malara didn't attack any more of the landscape this time. She simply tugged harder on the chain of her weapon, digging the spikes painfully into her flesh. She wanted to hurt, to bleed, for her muscles to ache. She needed to burn herself out, or she might do something terrible.

Raheal. Pandora's personal reaper. He had showed up at the Masquerade and swept the spider demon away from Malara. Confessed his own love for her, and showed off a body of flesh and blood, gifted to him so that he could be physical with her. Malara had watched uselessly, still too emotionally drained to really do or say anything. She had wanted to scream, to fight for Pandora's affection. But she couldn't manage even a word of protest. Pandora had gone off with the reaper, leaving Malara with all the response to her own confession that she needed.
Malara fell to her knees, blood dripping from the wounds that her weapon left across her body as the chain slackened. Her clothes were ruined, practically tatters hanging off of her body. Bruises were forming already where the chain had crushed her skin. She looked terrible, but she felt worse. She shook with anger and confusion and other emotions she couldn't even begin to describe. She was crying, an ugly cry that made her face contort and her nose drip.

Reaching deep within herself, she bellowed out into the empty forest, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"WHAT ABOUT ME YOU STUPID BITCH!? WHY DOES HE GET TO HAVE YOU, AND I'M LEFT HOLDING OUT MY HEART LIKE A FUCKING MORON?!"

@Pandora

Nicole · Nov 2, 2016

Pandora had been absent for about a week since the Masquerade. Yes she had been missing before then, stuck in hell, but after her grand arrival, things had changed again for the spider. This time though her disappearance had been entirely uncharacteristic of her. She had for no given reason, up and vanished. naturally speculations could be drawn as to her purpose for separating herself from everyone. As of this moment she was engaged in what could easily be described as a cluster fuck of emotions. No less than two people had openly declared powerful emotions for her, creating a feud among them, and leaving Pandora surprisingly torn up.

If not that then others speculated that the spider had run off with the soul that she carried around her neck. She had the chance now to find peace for it, and could have drifted into hiding so as to keep it a little longer. This was not the case, but people certainly did like to talk. Finally the rumor that Pandora had simply tired of Manta Carlos and moved on had been one to circulate through the community. Many would have hoped this to be the case as it was no small secret that the spider lived to terrorize the masses.

In truth Pandora had had an unexpected surprise and was attending to it in the manner she thought best. In her own mind she could not possible handle this matter by exposing herself to the public. She had instead opted to remain locked away in her top floor apartment, and had now ventured out to look for something to eat for the first time in a week. Why the forest? simply put Pandora was in a hurry to get back, and hunting, or waiting for prey could take far too long. Instead she knew where she had stored a few bodies, and was simply going to silently retrieve them and head back.

Pandora skittered along in relative silence. Only the occasional shifting of freshly fallen leaves would have alerted anyone to her presence. Of course there weren't many people out this far, so there was little need for such a stealthy approach. However today it seemed at least one person was out and about, as Pandora she could hear the sounds of destruction.

A sly smile crossed her lips as she decided to make a slight detour to see the source of the noises. A great part of her wished to witness the final end of a fight, to see someone get pummeled to pieces, and then, she could have something fresh to eat. And if not a snack, she could at least be entertained for a few moments.

After a silent investigation, she quickly discovered the source of the disturbance to be none other than Malara. The goddess seemed to be locked in a battle with the forest itself. She was destroying tree's, and tearing up the earth in a grand manner. Pandora was no fool, and recognized this as some sort of venting behavior. So the real question now, was what had vexed her so badly that she felt the need to be so destructive?

For several moments Pandora watched from the safety of the shadows. Part of her feared that interrupting the Goddess now, might result in an unwelcome barrage of aggression. Though it wasn't long before a little light was shed on why Malara had been here. It had been the final outburst that revealed the truth. It had been full of anger and frustration but in it Pandora felt pain. She felt it coming from Malara, a woman she had considered to be her only real friend, and surprisingly from herself.

For a moment all she could do was stand in silence as if lost for words. What was the protocol for something like this? She shook her head gently, dismissing her own thoughts for the time being. She needed more than anything to talk to Malara. She had wanted to for a while now, had even intended to try and get a chance after things had resolved. But. In this moment it seemed there was no time like the present.

"Well that was a thing now wasn't it?" She said as she emerged from the safety of her hiding spot. Her tone was playful, and her statement was antagonistic, but it was more meant to point out that she had witnessed this, and that she was trying to start a dialogue.

Kada · Nov 2, 2016

Malara's eyes snapped up suddenly as she heard someone approach. Her eyes followed the view of shiny black spider legs up to the face she had had locked in her mind ever since she started tearing up this particular patch of forest.
Her chain slackened the rest of the way, falling in coils around her. She tried to wipe her tears away, but the flow refused to stop. She didn't even really hear what Pandora said at first, her mind too rattled to make sense of anything.

Then the words, the tone, sunk in. Malara's lip curled back into a snarl instinctively as her mind flooded with angry thoughts. Old instincts that she worked so hard to keep suppressed for the sake of people she cared about.

She hurt you.
She didn't.
Didn't even have the courtesy to let you down.
She doesn't owe me anything.
And now she's mocking you.
I'm sure she doesn't mean to.
Hurting you more.
No!
Hurt. Her. Back.

Standing up, Malara let her power kick in. The jagged cuts all along her body closed up, leaving only the stains of blood on her skin to show where they had been. Her hair burned brighter, reaching up toward the lower branches of the trees around her, though it still gave off not heat.
Ripping the remnants of her top off, exposing her breasts to the cold air, Malara took a wide stance, low and predatory. If the stance wasn't enough, the look on her face told all. This wasn't a conversation, it was a fight.

Grabbing the sapling she had ripped from the ground, Malara sent it spinning at Pandora much the same way a hunter might throw a rabbit stick.
As the young tree flew, Malara was behind it, fists clenched and ready to pounce on Pandora. She screamed like a banshee, tears still streaming down her face, blurring her vision.

Nicole · Nov 2, 2016

For a moment it looked as though Malara was faced with some sort of internal struggle. It was a curious thing, though there was little time to grant it much thought as the Goddess soon chose action over thought. In it's own regard it was a thing of beauty, the way she commanded her presence. Her hair burned like the morning sun, threatening to extinguish all traces of darkness. Maybe there was something to this light and justice thing she had been talking about before.

Though even the brilliance of her flaming mane was nothing compared to the majesty of Malara's body. Her wounds had healed, and her breasts had been exposed for all the world too see. Though the world was not here, just the spider, and she was not one to object to such a wonderful sight. Sadly enough the goddess's shirt had not been torn free as an act of pleasure, or even to give the spider an enticing sigh, instead everything that had been done was out of anger.

In a way Pandora had expected a negative reaction to her presence. she was used to people acting like this towards her. Malara herself had never acted out like this towards her, but in this case she had spoken in a manner that might have agitated things to this point. Needless to say, she was not about to stand in the way of an attack like this.

As the tree flew towards her, Pandora instinctively dipped to the side and out of the way. In doing so she avoided both the sapling and Malara's fury. If anything now she was taking advantage of the woman's blurred vision. those had been tears right? Pandora couldn't tell for sure but had guessed as much as she skittered around behind her friend, making sure to give her space so as to avoid another attack.

[color-=red]"Now that was a bit uncalled for don't you think?"[/color] She teased crossing her arms.

Kada · Nov 2, 2016

Malara didn't dig her heels into the ground to stop until it was too late. She slammed into a tree, bloodying her nose something awful as her head bounced off like a soccer ball. But she didn't fall, instead grabbing the tree and wrenching powerfully. The wood groaned and shuddered from her effort, but didn't fully break.

Frustrated, Malara slammed her fist repeatedly into the wood. Each punch splintered the wood further, weakening the tree to where she could tear it from its base. But each punch also mangled Malara's hand, tearing muscle and skin.

Blood flowed freely from her ruined hand as the tree finally fell. Malara wrapped both arms around the trunk and swung it wide like a war club, letting out an intense scream of pain and rage. She didn't even really hear Pandora anymore, the blood pumping in her ears drowning out all other sound.

Nicole · Nov 5, 2016

Pandora was no enjoying this at all. it was normal for Malara to be aggressive, and it was not at all unheard of for her to be violent. But this was self destructive. The Goddess wasn't fighting now, even though she was attacking, this was not a fight, it was something else. In her weakened state however she was not capable of fighting back, she couldn't stop this without risking serious injury. Malara was just too strong.

the spider slipped low and to the side avoiding the tree that had been swung at her. "GODDAMNIT MALARA. WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?" she yelled back in frustration. Malara had never once come after her like this. with all the terrible things she had done, openly kidnapping people, admittedly murdering others, even going so far as to purposely picking fights with everyone, Malara had never once responded like this.

"cut the crap... You've been acting stupid since i came back...What is it huh? Thought you'd finally got rid of me?" She stopped a second. that question had actually hurt herself more than she had intended. her heart raced now as she feared the answer. If the question hurt, being told that she wasn't wanted anymore would have been too much. Despite her rather clever and observant nature she had not actually figured out what things were about yet.

Kada · Nov 5, 2016

Malara snarled as the tree missed Pandora and splintered into another tree. Dropping her improvised weapon, she got low again, her fingers curling to resemble claws.

She stalked forward, eyes frantically searching for an opening before the words hit her. She thinks I hate her....
Her strength suddenly failed her, and Malara found herself falling onto the ground. She was barely about to catch herself with her mangled hand, and glared at the bloody appendage fiercely. The hand began to knit itself back together, but the damage was severe. It drained away more of Malara's energy than she cared to admit.

Shakily standing to her feet, nose still awfully bloody, she staggered toward Pandora. Tears rolled down her face in waves now, smearing a path through the blood.
"Be rid of you? Why would I.... God dammit I love you. I told you as much in the maze."

Malara ripped off part of her skirt, revealing the freshly inked tattoo on her thigh. It was a black widow, eerily realistic, that looked like it was clinging to her skin with its legs. The only difference from a normal spider was the skull like pattern across the back of its abdomen.
"I got this after I thought I'd lost you. Why would I do that if I wanted to be rid of you?"

Reaching Pandora, Malara gripped the spider's shoulders but found herself to weak to do anything more. She just kind of slumped against the woman, her face resting on Pandora's human stomach.
"And then when you get back, I get a passing hello and the reaper gets to sweep you off your feet. I just... I'm..."

She was barely able to say the word. She didn't know how it was even possible for her to feel this way. Her mind was rattled beyond belief, and the blood loss she had experienced was not making it better.
The word came out as a hoarse whisper, barely audible as she choked on it.
"jealous."

Nicole · Nov 5, 2016

"j-jealous..."

Pandora choked on the word. It was in all its glory more painful than getting hit with a tree. It was harder than her ascent from hell. This word... It was hell. But Malara was a goddess. She was a being of power and grace, immortal, and beloved. Worshiped even. She had everything anyone could want. How could she be jealous? There was also the fact that she even had a partner on top of everything. A single partner to stand by her from now till eternity.

There was so much here, things that Pandora could not understand. Things that she thought she could never grasp. Things that she was learning about. Love and fear. Envy and loss. What could she say now though? Was there even a way to make this better? This wasn't the kind of thing the spider was used to. Malara had even gone to lengths to permanently mar her flawless skin in Pandora's memory.

There wasn't much that she could say right now. So rather than say anything she simply wrapped her arms around Malara and lowered herself down, pulling Malara onto her lap. There were other emotions here. Things she wanted to say, but lacked the words. "Malara... I-I don't understand." This was the first part. figure out how this worked, what was going on and from there she could figure out a proper approach.

"How could you be jealous? You have everything..." It wasn't the best question she could ask but it was still a good start. "Malara... All I thought about when I was in hell..." She hesitated again, choking on her words. this was an awful feeling, her heart was racing, she felt nauseous and weird. All traces of confidence were gone.

She placed a hand on Malara's thigh over the tattoo. "I want what you have..." it was the first time in her life she had known true envy. "How could you love me... You have Jafar. He's your partner, He will be with you till the end. I'll be alone..." She started to cry now. It was the worst feeling to be alone. She had been for so long, and in so many different ways.

"I want you... But... I can't have you..." Her voice trailed off into a whisper. Stupid feelings were hurting her now.

Kada · Nov 5, 2016

Malara ached. Her body hurt from overexertion and the healing process. Her eyes sting from her own tears. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Head spinning, knees weak. Her arms were heavy.
She curled up on Pandora's lap and just let the heaving cries come until they just stopped.

All the while, she listened. She listened to Pandora tell her how she, the goddess, had everything. How she had a partner already. How Pandora herself seemed to envy her. And finally, how Pandora desperately wanted her, but couldn't have her.
"S-stupid. I'm allowed to fall in love with more than one person. Jafar has my heart, but not all of it. No one ever can. I want to give you my heart too. Why is it normal for people to say they love their family, their friends. But the minute they say they love more than one person romantically, everyone loses their shit. It's dumb."

She wrapped her arms as tightly as she could, which admittedly was not very tight, around Pandora's waist. "And Jafar can't be with me forever. He's mortal. He'll grow old and die. Even if I regain my full godhood, I don't think I can grant immortality. And I could never ask him to do something like become a vampire just to selfishly keep him forever. I'm not even asking for forever from you. If you ever grow tired of me, throw me away. I'm just asking for here, for now."

Malara trailed kisses up Pandora's stomach, to the side of her breasts, and up her neck to her cheek. Saying all of this hurt. She had always known that Jafar would die one day, but saying it made it real. Still, talking this out with Pandora felt infinitely better than destroying the landscape.
"I love you, more than you can imagine. When I thought I'd lost you.... I shattered. I was a complete wreck. I didn't sleep with anyone, didn't eat or sleep, barely used my powers to keep me from falling out. I cried for a full day, Pandora."

Nicole · Nov 6, 2016

"Malara... No one could ever replace you.. You are the first to treat me like a person to be desired. As stupid as it is you live in my heart." These emotions were too complicated for her. Everything she had ever known was easier than this. She did love Malara. If anything ever happened to the Goddess Pandora would fall apart. If she left Pandora would be devastated. This was too hard to think about.

She had always assumed that Jafar was an immortal and now she felt terrible for drawing attention to the fact that Malara would eventually lose him for good. She wanted to be there with Malara, to be her partner, but could she really get what she wanted? Was she capable of having this?

Malara's confessions tore at Pandora's inside. They made her happy, and sad. They left her feeling confused and vulnerable. Perhaps that's what love felt like. "I-I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I put you through that. I didn't want to die. It hurt. And I ended up back in hell. It felt lonely and empty. I missed things. I missed you. I was worried about you. I wondered if you even remembered me." Her voice trembled as she pulled back into those feelings. Her dad had even asked her about things up here, about the people, who she had met. She had not dared mention the Goddess though, for fear of anger at her feelings.

"Malara. I'm just a dumb spider. I don't understand what this all means. My heart is telling me things and hurting and I don't understand it. I know that it stopped hurting when I saw you." It was the hardest thing she had ever admitted to.

"Raheal is not you. No on will ever be you. No one will ever be like you. He... He has been by my side for longer than I can remember. He has been there for nearly every battle, nearly every waking moment. He was there at my trial..." Her trial had been a farce to say the least. Locking her up for killing too much, for being too brutal, for being indiscriminate. Why even assign her a reaper if they were just planning to lock her away.

"He was the one thing in all the years that never changed. He never judged or snubbed me. He was the closest thing I've ever had to a partner." These were feelings she had struggled with as well. she hadn't understood them and they left her feeling scared. "I thought, if he were my partner that I could still have you and not be alone." She closed her eyes, feeling stupid and selfish. Her only fear, the only thing that had ever truly shook her to the core was to be alone. It was childish and insane to think she could have so much.

"I'm just a dumb spider..."

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