October 29, 2017, 04:37:07 PM
(OOC- THIS IS NOT YOUR RITE OF PASSAGE)
(tw-child abuse)
Oh what she had lost in the war. Everything had been taken away from her, her dignity, her eye, her pride. Her sense of safety. (and in some ways her religion). Adriel was there, to plant seeds of doubt in her mind, to make her wish, just maybe, that she had gone with him to begin with. They could be happy togeather. Perhaps Adriel would respect her, wouldn’t find children to replace her with. She gives a wistful sigh as she walks through the valley on the day after their return. She couldn’t live without Anamelech. She would never have to either, one day, one sad day when her love died, Thetis would gain her knowledge. She had to keep her status to get there though.
She had to keep her rank, and she knew, any of these children could take it from her. Children whose parents had caused a war. Her tongue rolls over her teeth as she stands by the tar. It was time that they learned their fate. It was time they all learned how cruel life was.
No one else in the valley could be trusted to do this, just her.
“CHILDREN” she calls. “MY CHILDREN I NEED TO SEE YOU.”
She would take them in only now, when betrayal was high. But she would never let them forget their birthright as traitors. “Did you miss me while I was gone?” she asks, smiling coyly at them as she settles sitting down, tail wagging slightly. Would they notice the giant boiled burn where she used to have an eye.
Would they bring it up?
“Hannah and Ezekiel are gone.” She tells them. “They turned tail on us, they and their heathen friends tried to kill us.” She watches them, what would they think, would they cry, mourn the loss of the only people who could ever love them?
“GET IN A LINE” she barks, standing up, pacing in front of them. They were all about to witness her fury, in a way that only one of them got too before. She had nothing to lose here, she was sure that Ana would respect her idea. Anamelech loved her after all, more than anyone else. More than these dirty children.
It would not be fun being the children of tyrants, she wonders if they know that, now they didn’t have to just appease Gigantea and avoid her jaws, but they also had to never disappoint her. She was a harder judge than Gigantea after all. There was no Mercy to Thetis. Anamelech didn’t teach her that. The valley didn’t teach her that. The war didn’t teach her that. She goes to the first child, nudging them towards the tar with her nose. “I’m going to baptize you.” She tells them, tongue licking over her gums and teeth. “You will no longer be children of heathens, but, you will also never forget where you came from”
As she was burned by fire, by the red dragon, they would be burned by tar.
(tw-child abuse)
Oh what she had lost in the war. Everything had been taken away from her, her dignity, her eye, her pride. Her sense of safety. (and in some ways her religion). Adriel was there, to plant seeds of doubt in her mind, to make her wish, just maybe, that she had gone with him to begin with. They could be happy togeather. Perhaps Adriel would respect her, wouldn’t find children to replace her with. She gives a wistful sigh as she walks through the valley on the day after their return. She couldn’t live without Anamelech. She would never have to either, one day, one sad day when her love died, Thetis would gain her knowledge. She had to keep her status to get there though.
She had to keep her rank, and she knew, any of these children could take it from her. Children whose parents had caused a war. Her tongue rolls over her teeth as she stands by the tar. It was time that they learned their fate. It was time they all learned how cruel life was.
No one else in the valley could be trusted to do this, just her.
“CHILDREN” she calls. “MY CHILDREN I NEED TO SEE YOU.”
She would take them in only now, when betrayal was high. But she would never let them forget their birthright as traitors. “Did you miss me while I was gone?” she asks, smiling coyly at them as she settles sitting down, tail wagging slightly. Would they notice the giant boiled burn where she used to have an eye.
Would they bring it up?
“Hannah and Ezekiel are gone.” She tells them. “They turned tail on us, they and their heathen friends tried to kill us.” She watches them, what would they think, would they cry, mourn the loss of the only people who could ever love them?
“GET IN A LINE” she barks, standing up, pacing in front of them. They were all about to witness her fury, in a way that only one of them got too before. She had nothing to lose here, she was sure that Ana would respect her idea. Anamelech loved her after all, more than anyone else. More than these dirty children.
It would not be fun being the children of tyrants, she wonders if they know that, now they didn’t have to just appease Gigantea and avoid her jaws, but they also had to never disappoint her. She was a harder judge than Gigantea after all. There was no Mercy to Thetis. Anamelech didn’t teach her that. The valley didn’t teach her that. The war didn’t teach her that. She goes to the first child, nudging them towards the tar with her nose. “I’m going to baptize you.” She tells them, tongue licking over her gums and teeth. “You will no longer be children of heathens, but, you will also never forget where you came from”
As she was burned by fire, by the red dragon, they would be burned by tar.