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Posted on October 23, 2014 at 05:52:35 AM by salem
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| The creature before her seems combative, and it’s off-putting. Salem’s posture changes, taking a step back and then a second. She’s cold on the inside, and as Levi’s jaw goes to reach over her own, the ghost opens her mouth. In her mind, the shadow is still a child, and she can’t get over that. There are too many things that she can’t change, and she doesn’t have it in her to argue. She doesn’t have it in her to fight. “I know, and yet here I am. If there’s an issue to be taken, a leader must do it on their own.” Maybe she should be proud of this loyal streak in the child, but Salem doesn’t have time for games.
“You worry too much… I’ve made it this far all by myself, other than hardly remembering how to speak to anyone, I’m doing okay.” There’s something weird in Salem’s eyes, and she’s not sure how to feel about that. She’s not used to prolonged interaction. It’s making the now mostly-present anxious feeling in her chest bloom and grow, and she’s dizzy. Dizziness is a sign of a lot of things, but she’s able to hide that for now. It’s easier to hide it than it is to actually confront, and the ghost takes her third step backward. Leviathan has billed the trappings of pack life as just that—a trap. Stifled, struggling, reveling against the things that didn’t even hold her anymore. At once, Salem feels as if she’s going to vomit. There’s nothing in her system to purge, so she’s left feeling sick to herself and not letting it show on the surface. Right. Same as it always was. “You said it yourself—lordship,” god how she hated that word, “can change fast. Places get absorbed and abandoned more quickly than you’d ever know…” Salem regrets going off on her own. It’s wrecked her socially, a part of her gut woken up that she may never be able to put back to bed. The lingering emotions of a child that was driven away with teeth and claws at the surface again, with the scolding of a creature that she had trust in. She tries to breathe, and manages a laugh as Leviathan does. At least Salem can look fully functional. “No you don’t have t—“ She’s already done it. Though the trembling doesn’t break across her bones, Salem is consciously fighting it. “I came to collect what I’d left here… I wasn’t meant to um…” I wasn’t meant to stay. But she can’t say the words. Can’t risk offending, can’t risk being impolite… and yet a part of her will be damned if she pays respect simply because someone is supposedly in charge. A part of the ghost is feral now. It’s the same part that always has been feral, but she’s far less well controlled. Four years alone can do a lot to damage a pack animal that was groomed to accept the norms of their society. She’d damaged herself, and the traditionalist that Leviathan has become leaves Salem’s insides cold, lungs with hardly a breath. She will be polite. Salem doesn’t know how much more she can manage. salem. wake up and save yourself |
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