who knows upon what soil they fed...
The voices are tearing at the flesh of her ears as if some how she can't hear them. As if she can ignore there pleas and demands. Planting little bugs that slither and crawl beneath her flesh of the child and the unknown. Emotions are building like a flame, she doesn't know what to do with the mass overload. If she was controlled it could be easily handled but on her own she is lost, allowing them to fester and grow. Torn; her body at war with her mind on what she should do. Then silence, the abrupt cut off almost has her staggering at the loss of the voices. Leaving her feeling slightly naked until dark eyes find what has silenced them for the moment. A red man, at first she tenses her mind seeking and her body denying. It is when she notices that he is painted rather than solid it leaves her feeling bereft; until he opens his mouth.
He is so close, his words are ignored at the fact he can almost touch her.
"Let him." "Make him master." "Get away from him!!" All at once the voices chime in but there is a brief moment of clarity as she reaches out slightly, not enough for flesh to make contact but her whiskers brush against his, so close and then the flame is doused at his words.
"He took her, he helps him." "Give her back." "Make him tell." The surge of aggression from them makes her snap and what was to be a kind moment now ends as she snaps her teeth near his face. A warning; a threat, she isn't too sure what the voices want her to do. Her body is wound tight but there is a dull light in her eyes that contradicts the anger, as her voice breaks.
"Yes, you took her?" Instead of accusing she questions.
"You see the child? I want her back, I think.." Confused by this all, "Or mast-the red man?" The more lost she gets the more she angers until madness breaks out and she glares at him.
"Give them back!" She steps forward as if to intimidate him, as if she can force him to give them to her.
Incoherent words babble from her lips as if the last few minutes never existed as if he wasn't even there. It is when the voices point it out again does she look back to him.
"Find her. Keep her safe from the red man." She nods at this, dreaded locks bouncing as she shifts and presses her nose to his neck briefly, as the fear drowns her in what her mind conjures what the red man has done to the child. And then her sight blurs, her body faltering at the function to withstand. Until she gasps out,
"Save her.. kill me." "Yes! Yes!" "Make him do it!" "You want to die!" Does she? Would that save the child? Out of control, when she just needs to breathe; if only this painted man knew how to silence her demons. If he is still near, for one can only handle so much madness before they themselves go mad. Silence her.
their hungry thirsty roots?
of the lagoon. blind. felony x zhenya. pippa.