- Aug 9, 2016
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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
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