///older written out rp I did myself.
// Past catching up with present, older rp
idea...random writings. lol
"Little Wolf"
*The name echoed in her mind, pulling her
from her readings. It had been years since that phrase echoed within her mind.
Years since she first felt its terrible sting as it echoed in her ears, full of
spite and hatred.*
"Little Wolf."
*she grit her teeth and closed her eyes,
trying not to listen. The hatred melted away and took on a form far more
devastatingly haunting. The words shifted to calm, serene, tender almost in its
echoings.*
"Little Wolf."
*She stood, forgetting about the book in
her lap and headed for the door. She had to outrun it, least the emotions come
surging back from behind the door of which she kept them tightly barred. Panic
flooded her as she shifted to wolf, but that only made the sensation that much
worse, the voice that much louder, the echo ringing till she felt her ears
would burst!*
"Little Wolf."
NO! STOP IT! *she shouted as she ran,
phasing back to human as if it that would help her escape from the sound that
pursued her* You are all DEAD! Leave me be! *She ran till she couldn't anymore.
gasping for air, she collapsed in a small pile of dead autumn leaves and curled
into a small ball, eyes squeezed tightly shut as images floated across her
mind.
Images of the Master who broke her! She
remembered the burning pain as he beat her, burned her, marked her for not
following his orders. For not killing innocents as she was being trained to do.
His words, haunted her over and over for every time she fell asleep, they were
waiting.
"You are not a human, you are a Beast!
You will do as I command or by the Gods, I will beat the humanity out of you,
Little Wolf!"
Even now, she could feel every lash, could
smell her skin as it burned as the words echoed within her; but then the images
shifted as she shook her head in an attempt to make them stop. Pressing her
hands to her ears as she shouted for it to end* PLEASE DON'T! NOT THAT
ONE...PLEASE!!!
*The one and only time she had ever felt
safe, felt loved. Years after she had been taught everything she knew about
death and killing, she had met someone who had tried to save her. Who had
fallen for her in every way possible, and had been overly patient with her in
teaching her that life didn't have to be dark or miserable or lonely. And the
worst part of it was, she had allowed herself to fall as well.
"I will always be here." The
voice echoed within her mind, as she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.
"You are mine, always forever in my heart, Little Wolf."
The one time, she had truly cared for
someone, had ended in tragedy, for he had been murdered....for loving her. She
had gone on a spree that day, and just that little bit of her humanity had died
with him. Thinking his killers deaths would satisfy, she found, tortured and
killed each one methodically, savoring it to the last moment. But alas, each
death only hurt her worse and when they were all dead, she felt empty,
hollow...and so had turned to a pack of wolves. She had run as a wolf for
centuries before realizing that that wasn't her path and had sought out her
Father and his family. From that day, she never looked back...but still...the
nightmares were waiting.
Filled with unbridled rage, something
inside her snapped, and as she screamed out her emotions, the whole of the
earth seemed to shake. Like a time bomb, waiting to go off, she vented till
there was nothing left inside to vent, falling to her knees as she gasped for
breath again. It felt good...to vent and it helped to center herself. She
wasn't alone anymore....*
