[center][h3][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180415/e3162e270ccbec2ed7880548610c3077.png[/img][/h3][/center] [center][sub] Bride of Azilon [@WeepingLiberty]and sister bride to Lienna [@Obscene Symphony][/sub][/center] “[i][color=98fb98]The monsters sense a trap, meals rarely ever come so easily to their mouths. Tossed in by a fellow hunter. Would you be so keen to shut your mouth if it were you? The monster in the skin of a tinier monster gives an order [/color][/i] “Let the coitus commence, to the chamber of pleasures! And, by that I mean, take them to my tent,” “[i][color=98fb98]And it gives the monsters purpose, enough so they drag them up from the-[/color][/i]' A calloused hand clamped itself hard over Rya’s mouth, silencing her, although she couldn’t recall the exact moment she’d started talking, sensing its absence more than its presences. The mud was deep, yanking at the shoes more created for a life inside than out, staining the pretty dress of Salazar’s Gem. The shoes were lost, but it hardly mattered. One of the monsters decided her pace was too slow, and settled her upon his shoulders. Like a hunted and killed animal. Durn had hunted many animals and had fewer horses. The shoulders of his shirts were alway red and brown and would never wash clean. Stained forever and always. Sometimes the meat would be full of bugs. Living there before the creature died, eating away at its living corpse and spoiling what ever potential the creature had. Durn’s raged away rose to the top when he was forced to toss his spoiled work. But the tiny bugs couldn’t be hurt, unlike other tiny things. They were numerous and not worth the effort of squishing. Tiny white worms crawling in ears and eyes and nose. Eating at insides and outsides. Until nothing remained. The meat was dangerous. Invisible eggs stuck on fingers. That is all it took before you became a living corpse and you wouldn’t know until you died. The soul of Drakka itself seemed to be in those small worms. Shoes turned out to be a non issue, as the next time her feet touched the ground, it was on the soft, prickly fur that lined the floor of a large tent. But still, having shoes would be better. And it was that girl's fault she didn’t have one. Her and her stupid words. Words, Rya thought, that belong spat back in her face. “[color=98fb98]You coward, [i] So timid are you that you grovel at the feet of the bear just to escape the fox?[/i] Yes, there are no safe places in Drakka, and now we die for your lust,[/color]" There was blood in the tent. Stains every now and then. Because blood never washes out. Not ever. Not when it is a tribute to a victory. Staines upon stains as trophies to remind the creature of every strike that made it. “[color=sienna]Well don’t my blushing brides look ravishing,[/color]” The monster of monsters returns. He knows why he is there and so do they. Why hide behind other words? “[color=98fb98] Ravagers ravishing recklessly,[/color]” The face he made...he didn’t like that. “[color=sienna] Well, the real prize first.[/color]" The stupid girl got carried off to the bed. There would be blood. More blood more trophies. There didn’t have to be blood, but there would be. Every day at first. Then only sometimes. The furs covered everywhere. Furs from animals. Furs from the infected. She could see the invisible eggs on every strand of fur. Perhaps the parasites brought pain. There was enough screaming. Perhaps the animals were begging for death. Or perhaps it brought peace. Maybe the worms didn’t let suffering happen. A path to peace. The eggs grew and hatched in her hand, covering her hand with white bodies, filling like an outpouring of rice. Like snow, a room of snow. Screaming snow, crying snow. [center]///[/center] The bugs were gone when she opened her eyes. As was Rynek. A slow hiccupping breath could be heard from the center of the furs. [color=98fb98] [i] She could be dying, but she isn’t dead yet. [/i][/color] Rya thought. [color=98fb98] [i] Suffering forever would be unkind. [/i][/color] One of Rynek’s trunks had been left half open. Filled to the top with knives, swords and other things with names. Rya pulled out on of the sharpest blades she could find. It would be less painful this way. Quicker. One and then one to follow. Sliding the silver leash off her waist, she left it in the trunk as payment for the knife she took. A shadow of the chain was left in its’ place a criss crossing pattern of bruises across her stomach. A commotion could be heard outside. A monster returning no doubt. Rya crept towards the door, the knife tightly held in her hand. She couldn’t kill a drakkan as easily as a wounded gem, but it would cause her death no doubt. No more suffering, perhaps Lienna would follow on her own afterwards. Rynek walked in the door and the knife vanished. “[color=8493ca]Whose idea was it to let you play with the sharp objects?[/color]” It wasn’t the voice of the monster. “[color=98fb98]Oh...it’s you,[/color]” said Rya looking at Azlion, as though she was not surprised to see him there. “[color=8493ca]Are you alright little Api? If that scum Lord has harmed you, I promise he has paid dearly for it.[/color]” She gave a noncommittal shrug as Azlion pulled Lienna from the pile of fur. Before leading outside. There was meat everywhere. Enough to feed a village for an entire winter. She wanted to check for the parasites. To see the bugs devour the monsters. But...some things were more important. “[color=8493ca]Ever ridden a horse before Rya? If not, today is your lucky day. Come along, we’re going home.[/color]” [center]-------[/center] The ride through the city was far more enjoyable than the dragging from before. Her horse stayed close to Azilon’s as though it had been trained to do so. But she was still alone...on a horse. They approached a vaguely familiar building, yet, alarmingly, Azilon headed into it. “[color=98fb98]This isn’t my home. I don’t live here. You said I was going home[/color],” Said Rya, stopping the horse short of entering the estate grounds. [hider=TLDR] So there might be some bugs. Then Rya decides to kill Lienna in a suicide/murder, but Az shows up and offers her a pony. So you know...choices [/hider]