Topic: When you know you've done wrong...

Ixora

Date: 2010-01-01 02:21 EST


Everything begins in blood.

The voice wasn't human. It was a language she had never heard before yet could somehow understand. She had been laying in her bed at the Villa, completely restless as sleep deprived her for what seemed to be the hundredth time. The voices kept coming as time progressed, frequenting her more and more often. It had started after her first encounter with that wolf. She knew it had something to do with him.

That?s the most important thing to remember. We are born into it, all of us... Screaming, crying. Always against our will as if we already know what it will bring.

She grabbed at her pillow and pulled it over her ears and the voice grew louder, causing an aching pain that seared through her eardrums and caused her heart to pound in her chest. She thought it might leap out and moved a hand from the pillow to where it beat so fervently as though to prevent it from doing so. She wasn't trying to block the words out because of what was uttered so much as she was disturbed by the thought that she was hearing them at all. She pushed back what was being said. She could have sworn it was something about Father Wolf and Luna. She didn't want to think about it. She forced her thoughts away from it. It was early in the morning. She had been staying up rather late. Even more so since Gunnar had granted her with some time away from the Silver Hammer.

She rose to her feet, perhaps a walk and some fresh air would put her at ease. She wrapped an arm around Aiden's middle and pulled the mutt up off the bed. He had been keeping to her side a little more lately. She had assumed that it was because he was growing more fond of her, but other animals such as squirrels would flee from her a little more quickly than they had in the past. She accused her mind of playing foolish tricks on her. She leashed the mutt, heading towards the main entrance of the Villa to slip on out. She had no idea if Katt or Mayu were home, but she didn't bother to find out. She assumed that were they inside the home then they would probably be sleeping or something. She had left the tea shop earlier than they had the night before.

Aiden was set on the ground and she let him tug her around as he saw fit. She had no set destination set in mind. She had no desire to head to her usual location of relaxing and unwinding. She didn't really want companionship. If anything, she kind of resented it. She felt uncontrollable bursts of anger boiling underneath her skin, threatening to cause her to break out in some sort of rage. She couldn't help, but clutter her minds with thoughts of everything that had been different.

She was... quicker even. There were times where it should have taken her a while to reach the Teas or Markets and it had taken her a matter of seconds. Perhaps there were lapses in her memory, she mused. She could have easily forgotten what had taken place somehow. Or maybe she had just dazed out for a long time and didn't start to sink into reality until her arrival.

In the middle of the afternoon... she would find herself in foreign situations. Things such as that were easily blamed as the cause of the Nexus yet she wasn't so easy to believe that. She had never been assaulted by such a thing, however. She was distracted from that thought... Aiden was gone. She couldn't understand why she was in a hallway. She couldn't even see the end from where she stood and everything was dark. The scent of smoke filled up her nostrils and she found herself coughing with little control over the matter. Her hand moved up to her mouth and things gradually became warm. Flames licked at the walls on either side of her and crawled through the wood towards her as though drawing more and more near. She could feel the heat one moment and the next the startling chill of winter gusted at her exposed skin.

Ixora

Date: 2010-01-02 04:00 EST
She didn't know when it happened, but sometime after coming to reality... Aiden had disappeared. She would find him later. She hadn't even realized that she had released the leash. She was far too distracted. She approached the Teas'n Tomes quickly. Her usual companions would help her forget, hopefully. She had found the man with the red skin there instead. Aukai. He touched her and while she had been slightly discomforted by it, she hadn't pushed him away entirely. It was intoxicating poison. She had been... frustrated. It aggravated her that a man had so easily stirred a scarlet hue out of her. It had been more intimate than she should have allowed a stranger, but it wasn't overly so. She had been much too eager to escape him and fled the Teas'n Tomes.

Ixora had managed to leave the shop before the anger began to seep within, formulating an uncontrollable rage that flared through her and into her bones. She hadn't been paying attention really, neither was the man who bumped into her by mistake. She was irritated by his pushing by her. There was plenty of space around her. The smile he offered her was somewhat apologetic yet flirtatious all the same. She was through with such behavior. Every little thing caused the fury within her to rise.

"Watch where you're goin'," she threatened him. The need to attack was far too predominating a trait and she was incapable of suppressing it and began to welcome it. She removed her sheathe from her blade and fixed him with a deadly glare. Vehemence laced her movements as she moved towards him. He managed to dodge it.

"It was an accident, you monster."

She froze... Was that what she would become a monster? She was overwhelmed. Would the bursts of rage that had been frequenting her become something permanent? Would she be so bloodthirsty that she needed to continue to kill? Her friends... All thoughts of humanity were washed away as she realized the man was running from her.

She had chased after him. Her feet were weightless, carrying her as though she were light as a feather. It was only a matter of seconds before her blood sang through the hair, hissing a quiet protest as it sliced through air and then just above the man's waist. The force she applied was enough to sever bone and leave the man's form in two. She stared at her blade, admiring the sheen of crimson in sharp contrast to the the shine that glinted from the sword.

She moved far away from the scene of the crime, returning the blade to the scabbard as she walked onwards. The overwhelming rage had been put to rest at least for a little while. Pale azures struck a comparison to ice more than they tended to. Frigid while her lips were placid. Cold and calm. Her eyes were like a door to her soul where her displacement and repressed anger were nearly palpable in her void like expression. Emotions so tangible that one could probably wrap them in an intimate embrace.