taste me, drink my soul, show me all the things i shouldn't know
Perhaps she is over eager and yet, all children are. She is young, inexperienced, assured in a world she is yet to learn much of and yet truly her only fault in this is her youth. She cannot know what she has not experienced, had learned only to be as she is from large White and Large Black, wolves whom do not fear in any regard, wolves whom demand the lives of others with booming growls and snapping jaws. She is not yet old enough, not yet tall enough or heavy enough to demand the life of the other female, strong in herself perhaps and yet still reeking as only the wounded do, signing a sweetened melody towards Riven, driving her to believe that the other is prey- and perhaps she is. Yet not for Riven. She is impatient in her youth, hungry for a meal and indeed her skills are assured, her mind is clever in what she does and yet a child cannot possibly see all outcomes, a child cannot expect what they do not know or have not seen before and indeed as the earth crumbles away from her paws the girl is given to simply stare, head tilting in mild curiosity at this occurrence as the older female makes a desperate leap back upon the solid ground upon which the Shadowed Ghost herself is given to stand, the bloodied eyed girl stepping back so as to prevent the large one landing atop her entirely.
She does not understand what is said to her, these are words she does not know, the black masked child merely looking upward with something akin to curiosity, her tail given to wave in a faked innocence as ears lace back, her form given to appear submissive once more, as if she intended only to play with the other and not at all to tumble her into the deep dark water below, or impale her own the sharpened edges that rise like teeth from the earth. A whine of sorts is forced from her lips as the older one reaches up, the rocks and earth from above tumbling downward to separate the pair as Riven stumbles backwards. Still her gaze does not show fear, she is simply….curious of this, her clever mind captivated by that which occurs in these moments until her own predicament is given to be clear, the girl trapped now upon her own ledge, the safe space within her reach occupied by the adult female, leaving Riven few options save for attempting to jump a distance instinct assures her she cannot or in some fashion forcing the older one to move and allow her to reach this other ledge and take the path way back to the entrance, dark water and teeth offered below as bloodied eyes peer over the edge.
For a moment the yearling simply steps back, seating herself, eyes flicking from one dark space to the next, as if attempting to understand what has occurred. To ask the other for help simply does not occur to her. She does not know the word, she does not ask others for assistance- this is not the way of the world, nor how she was raised. In all thing she must trust only Riven first. Large White will not feed her, Large Black will not fight her battles, the older female irrelevant now as the white and red and dark creature allows her gaze to flick from one impossible jump to the next, her attention focused downward at last. She is displeased her meal has not died as she should, yet such is the way of life in itself. There will be another time, the girls need for self-preservation overtaking any desire to feed as she moves to step forward, her true intention never to be known, it would seem as the ground crumbles beneath her and the child is plunged with a yelp from the ledge, tumbling down and into the darkness below. Yet there is no sudden slam, no echoing thud as the howling child falls, a resounding –splash- echoing throughout the caverns….the girl having somehow fallen into the water alone, her small frame just small enough to allow her to miss the rocky teeth below as she breaks the surface in gasping breaths and pants, frantically flailing until she can pull herself onto the nearby bank, wet and bedraggled. She shakes herself, small chest heaving from this effort and unknowing shock, bloodied eyes turned upwards once more to begin the climb back toward the entrance, following that small twisting trail upward, content to leave the other upon her ledge as she makes her way upward.
Perhaps death will not have Tick Tock tonight, yet nor will it have Riven.
RIVEN
1 Year || Mate to None || Imprint of None || Tobias x Flare |