I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liars chair
Silent, nothing stirs around her, nothing dares to move in her presence. Silent as the grave, Jaidah moves naturally, unhindered by any cause for hesitation or anything else that could possibly stand in her way. Her eyes are eerily similar to those of her son, the not-ghost having wiped all emotion away. She cannot stomach such things, not any more. It is not within her to bear emotion in mind, not within her to give any care at all in the world now. Jade pools - devoid of life like the duckweed suffocated swamps of Iromar themselves - cast about, looking for anything to set themselves upon. She needs an aim, something to distract her from the hunger burning in her gut. It has returned, with a fiery vengeance. This is when she catches that flash of motion, that flurry of sound that announces someone has made a kill.
She slips forward, moving toward the sound, ears cupped forward and eye held wide to catch the remaining struggle. A dark wolf stands perfectly straight. Had she not scented the wolf, Jaidah could have mistaken her bulging muscles for a male, and there are so few females that can bear this identity. Devil's once imprint had, Eris had. Eris, her sister, the one who had been taken to Paracon by Heyel himself. Her white tail lashes the air as the similarities grow and Jaidah gnashes her fangs, her irritation with these figments was becoming apparent. They kept showing, they kept coming. A dark growl is issued behind the girl as her figure morphs before Jaidah's eyes.
Light grey, creamy white shows beyond the dark fur, and a hateful sound is erupting from Jaidah. "Eris." It is not a question, and the syllable is hissed between clenched fangs, but saved is she who believes in perfection. Once more the image shifts before Jaidah's hungry eyes and she is staring at a taller, darker version of her sister. "No. Not my sister, no, but close. Your name." Watching the girl, Jaidah moves to the side with the little creature under paw. She smirks, once a disturbing thing to witness, now...it is nasty, there are no words to show the difference. To see Jaidah smile now is to look at Death when he grins. Creepy. She does not ask, not a word she says is uttered in question.
full of broken thoughts that I cannot repair
female || twelve || no heart || soul of Iblis || mother of monsters || Iromar