04-30-2021, 12:12 AM
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Ophelia pressed her paw to her lips, a substance fell down her forearm. Her tongue snaked out to press it against the wet and sticky liquid, the taste held a metallic taste but it was her ambrosia. A smile took hold of her facial expression, one would not find it calming or joyous. Her teeth were now visible as she starred in the direction of the others in the distance. A laugh escaping her form as she placed the paw downwards, her body crushing the skull of the victim she had slaughtered. Their white fur had been stained with their own blood, a mix of her own but the poor thing made the mistake of crossing in her path. The muscles flexed underneath her coat as she pushed herself closer to the eyes that beamed in the moonlight.
Some had stepped backwards, their ears planted against their skull as they looked to their leader. He stood watching her, his face contorted with the darkness as the same hues looked back at the female. She had gone too far, perhaps it was his own fault but he would not take the responsibility. Ophelia was after all the daughter he had always wanted, a monster that would kill at his command. A wolf who could not feel for those around her, the she-wolf cared little for family and now it was her turn to make her father kneel before her. She pushed the smaller wolf to the side, as if she was nothing more than bones. This was a war and Ophelia would come out victorious, even if it meant her own life would be held on the line. Her brothers held against their father’s side, the two of them not wishing to fight their own flesh and blood.
However, Ophelia would be glad to get rid of them… after all they were also just puppets against a string. Each word their father spoke was law and they knew that the moment he ordered for her head they would bring it. Ophelia was not stupid enough to come alone, she had her desires and it was for her father’s blood against her tongue. The voices in her head had fallen silent as the stare down continued. Both wolves flashing their teeth, rearing upwards on her hind legs she would lead the charge. Barking orders for the other wolves who had fallen into her leadership.
The battle rang true as bodies would collide in a dance of teeth and bones. It would go on into the morning hues as exhaustion exerted the others on the field. Bodies scattered in pools of blood as her tired form would breathe in the cold air. Her hackles rising as silver orbs matched that of the others. Anger would flow as she rushed over, he beckoned her into the thickets. Jowls snapping as the father and daughter would dance to the death. He was losing his fight as she grabbed onto his throat. Life was leaving his eyes… but she knew this was too easy. From the bushes came two others as they trapped her into the ground. The fight was now three against one, Ophelia already beaten and exhausted. She fought until her last breath was done…
Darkness shrouded her mind, she had felt at peace… finally. Her mother was calling out to her and she made out a silhouette shadow. She rushed forward after her, she would disappear then reappear several feet away. Once more she ran, confused as to why she was unable to catch up. The mother’s call would turn into a voice she recognized as one of the voices. Laughing at her as the shadow was quick to pull her out of the trance, ’We are not finished with you, Ophelia. Wake up… wake up… wake up…’ The laughter drowned out as Ophelia would awake. Her silver orbs blinking as new surroundings came into focus. What the fuck?
It was warm, night had continued to fall as she remembered the early break of dawn. The moon had welcomed her child into the world as her silver orbs turned upwards to stare at the sky. She sniffed, apples… flowers… great she was in some afterlife hell. Why did it smell so sweet, she sneezed, loudly as a groan escaped her lips. Lifting herself upwards on all fours, shaking her fur out, “Where the hell am I?”
Some had stepped backwards, their ears planted against their skull as they looked to their leader. He stood watching her, his face contorted with the darkness as the same hues looked back at the female. She had gone too far, perhaps it was his own fault but he would not take the responsibility. Ophelia was after all the daughter he had always wanted, a monster that would kill at his command. A wolf who could not feel for those around her, the she-wolf cared little for family and now it was her turn to make her father kneel before her. She pushed the smaller wolf to the side, as if she was nothing more than bones. This was a war and Ophelia would come out victorious, even if it meant her own life would be held on the line. Her brothers held against their father’s side, the two of them not wishing to fight their own flesh and blood.
However, Ophelia would be glad to get rid of them… after all they were also just puppets against a string. Each word their father spoke was law and they knew that the moment he ordered for her head they would bring it. Ophelia was not stupid enough to come alone, she had her desires and it was for her father’s blood against her tongue. The voices in her head had fallen silent as the stare down continued. Both wolves flashing their teeth, rearing upwards on her hind legs she would lead the charge. Barking orders for the other wolves who had fallen into her leadership.
The battle rang true as bodies would collide in a dance of teeth and bones. It would go on into the morning hues as exhaustion exerted the others on the field. Bodies scattered in pools of blood as her tired form would breathe in the cold air. Her hackles rising as silver orbs matched that of the others. Anger would flow as she rushed over, he beckoned her into the thickets. Jowls snapping as the father and daughter would dance to the death. He was losing his fight as she grabbed onto his throat. Life was leaving his eyes… but she knew this was too easy. From the bushes came two others as they trapped her into the ground. The fight was now three against one, Ophelia already beaten and exhausted. She fought until her last breath was done…
Darkness shrouded her mind, she had felt at peace… finally. Her mother was calling out to her and she made out a silhouette shadow. She rushed forward after her, she would disappear then reappear several feet away. Once more she ran, confused as to why she was unable to catch up. The mother’s call would turn into a voice she recognized as one of the voices. Laughing at her as the shadow was quick to pull her out of the trance, ’We are not finished with you, Ophelia. Wake up… wake up… wake up…’ The laughter drowned out as Ophelia would awake. Her silver orbs blinking as new surroundings came into focus. What the fuck?
It was warm, night had continued to fall as she remembered the early break of dawn. The moon had welcomed her child into the world as her silver orbs turned upwards to stare at the sky. She sniffed, apples… flowers… great she was in some afterlife hell. Why did it smell so sweet, she sneezed, loudly as a groan escaped her lips. Lifting herself upwards on all fours, shaking her fur out, “Where the hell am I?”
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