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Post by Honeystorm on Nov 22, 2018 12:57:12 GMT -5
Senescence was bored. As usual. So, in her boredom, she decided to walk the border. If nothing else, she could entertain herself by encountering some rogues and murdering them, though she hardly expected them to be much of a challenge. They never were, after all. But, nonetheless, the huntress went, and soon enough, she was by the border. It was a dreary day, overcast and cold, but it hardly bothered her anymore. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought she simply had no nerve endings left. Each burning injury that left a new scar, however, proved her wrong. No, she was simply unaffected by the cold. It was bitter, and the wind sliced at her pelt, but not nearly so cold as to be dangerous. It would have to be much, much colder before one would have to worry about their paws freezing to the ground where they stood.
Blood splattered the trees, new and old mingling as she tread on, leaving bloody prints on the frigid ground. There weren't even any scratches on her pelt, given that her victim had been a harmless kittypet with it's claws removed. Sometimes, being lost lead you to new adventures. Other times, it just got you killed. This was a case of the latter.
One cat followed the goddess of terror in her footsteps, one the goddess would recognize for better or worse. The once strikingly beautiful she-cat did not care for the blood that caked Senescence's fur, the scars that crosshatched her pelt, nor the eye that was missing from her deformed face. It was all part of the monster Desiree had learned from and had since tried to emulate. One of Vera's own children had to stop her from starving herself on more the one occasion, but Desiree couldn't help it. The monster made her that way, and it was time she confronted it. Desiree hissed once she was within earshot of the killer feline and tensed her muscles in preparation for Senescence's next move. It was time for a reunion of sorts.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 23, 2018 12:35:57 GMT -5
Of all things, a faint laugh escaped the huntress as the all too familiar hiss of her former trainee reached her ears. Senescence hardly cared to turn and face the feline fully, but decided to entertain Desiree's whims, mismatched gaze glimmering with an emotion best associated with utter disregard with the creature before them, as if the she-cat she'd scarred beyond repair was nothing more than a bug to be squished beneath her paws. "Is there something you needed, Desiree? Or are you just going to keep looking at me with those weak eyes of yours." Normally, the former proxy wasn't a cat to taunt, but she was bored after all, and it just came so easily to her, to poke the beast she'd created and see if it had gotten stronger since they'd last interacted.
Doubtful. Desiree was a mere fragment of what she had been, still so focused on attaining strength, at beating the one cat who'd tortured her, the one who'd exposed all her weaknesses. What would she gain from winning a fight against her mentor? Satisfaction? Vengeance? It was all meaningless, in the end. Even killing her would not bring back the innocence she'd lost, would not restore her confidence or her pretty face. Those things were long gone, and no matter how much Desiree deluded herself, Senescence knew that whatever she had in mind would be a fruitless endeavor, even if she got what she thought were her desires.
There it was. That laugh... Senescence really knew how to get under her skin. More than that, she knew what made her tick at the deepest levels. Desiree could not even figure out what made herself tick during her stay with her mentor, but Senescence knew. Senescence exploited the kinks in her armor at every opportunity during her training. The thought of the place made the familiar scar on her neck burn once again. It was the one gift Senescence gave her: a chance to live despite failing, and even that was a curse in disguise. She tried to maintain control of her composure for a brief moment after Senescence's comment for a moment before giving up. The former proxy already knew she was agitated.
"You... you know what I want." She cursed her voice for failing her. It was weakness, yet another kink for Senescence to sink her fangs into. "Power."
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 17, 2018 13:37:51 GMT -5
"And yet, you're still only a hunter. Why is that?" She quipped, head tilting slightly as she observed Desiree's reaction, her half-blind gaze seeming to see right into the depths of her former trainee's very soul. "You're still arrogant and ambitious beyond your capabilities. You think maybe if you train hard enough, maybe if you kill me, or kill Vera, or someone else you consider stronger than yourself, that you'll finally be worth something, that you won't be weak anymore. Spoiler alert, that's not how it works. Killing one's enemies won't suddenly make a weak soul worthy. It's just an attempt to silence the voices telling you what you already know to be true."
The more she fought to rise, the harder the world would fight back to keep her where she was. It would take far, far more than bullying to break away from the weakness that shackled her to the bottom
