Fireweed Rise last thing you'll ever see

YOU SHOULD BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE OF A WOMAN WITH A BROKEN HEART

What a pretty place. This wonderful field of red and orange is where their friendship was set ablaze into something more. What a sad sight to see such a broken girl in such a beautiful world. Hecate was gripping tight to morals as these days went on. @Morganna was waiting to see her move in ranks, @Elettra would soon join her. @Sven knew, which was hurting her more than she thought it would. Her unborn child was to be brought into a world of conflict and stress. And how could she forget, her dear @Skoll. She had seen very little of him in past few days, but there was something about him now. She was counting on him to step up to the plate as the second half of herself. That's what this meant right? They fucked and he knocked her up, after that they were supposed to sit together in the sunshine and talk about the changing seasons. Right? Why weren't things shaping up to how she wanted them to be? Why wasn't he here when she needed him most? Where did he go that night? Her head was pounding, her body shaking and twitching like a fucking lunatic and her appetite was horrendous. Not to mention her lack of sleep. She needed help, desperately, now. "Skoll....." Silence. "...SKOLL ARCHERRRRR!!" Again, louder by tenfold. Her voice cracked obnoxiously as she yelled, assaulting her own ears as it echoed off the basin of trees.

(This post was last modified: Apr 04, 2016, 04:16 AM by Hecate.)

Since leaving Willow Ridge to stretch his legs and scale the heights of Serpent's Pass, Skoll Archer had lost track of the days. Such a feat had been easy when one's head was churning with the lustful thoughts from the sinful night from a few sunsets before. Catori Lyall... There was a chance he would forget such a name, especially since the surname itself had been falsely given by him to begin with. Along the way, he had attempted to rub her enticing scent off of him, pressing up against assorted tree and submerging himself three times in the small creek. He would have to be more than lucky if his mistress back at home dismissed the gray-striped woman's perfume as a mere get-together.

In attempt to try and make his way home (he was already a day and several hours late), he had skipped sleeping altogether the other day. It took what was left of his concentration and strength to keep himself from stumbling down the rest of the way on the right side of the mountain. He had just managed to stumble back onto the forest floor when he heard it. His name.

It was her...

"Ah, fuck me," he cursed, getting to his feet and looking out to where the Rise loomed just ahead of him. He frowned, not even flinching as Hecate hollered for him now at what seemed like the top of her lungs. "So. Fuckin'. Needy..." His hackles bristled as he adopted an easy gait, the adrenaline rushing through his veins just like it had a few nights ago. Though, this time around, it was not lust that enthralled him... rather, it was pure, unsullied anger. The kind that had once been only reserved for Asriel and Angier.

The devilish heir's skyward ears crested the rise first before his narrowed silver eyes did the same, his gaze immediately spotting the off-white figure of his lover not so far off. He flashed his teeth at her as he prowled just close enough as to not outright yowl at her. At a few wolf-lengths away, he barked, "WHAT?!"

(This post was last modified: Apr 04, 2016, 10:17 PM by Skoll.)

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

YOU SHOULD BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE OF A WOMAN WITH A BROKEN HEART

She did not have to wait long before her man sulked in, looking more childish than ever. She was contemplating for once succumbing to helplessness and even worse; sadness. But as he sauntered in, shoulders rolling with each lanky step, her anger multiplied. He was not concerned why she was calling for him, but the fact that she did. Heart racing with vexation, and she hadn't even gotten close enough to smell his fucking back. She was considered a bitch in general, but there were certain times it really bled through the lines of being psychotic. "Don't yer what me." The snarl rolled out of her mouth like a breaking wave with high intentions of sweeping him out to sea. Hecate was not going to allow him to take his time getting to her, she was going to close the space and this time it wasn't blessed with a kiss. "Where have you b-" Genuine concern and agitation was gripping her heart but as her sensory details began to do their work; something wasn't right. Something wholesome and familiar to her was pouring into her flared nostrils, this smell that had formally worn off her days ago, was present again; but it was distinctly different than hers. He didn't... dare to... right? It could only be proven by the man himself. As horror flooded into her drained face, she feared she didn't have to ask.

(This post was last modified: Apr 04, 2016, 10:38 PM by Hecate.)

the armed queen

Going out on a limb a little, let me know if I need to edit anything...

"Don't yer what me," she countered. Skoll gave an exasperated shrug, his age-old sentiment of I DO WHAT I WANT echoing through his head. Oh, right, he had forgotten already that this one was not like the women he had had or met before. She strode up to meet him, almost hasty it seemed to 'mark him' with her scent or whatever she enjoyed doing these days. When he had last left her, he really did like the muzzle grabs and the playful jaw-sparring; but, now...

He stared down at her as her facial expression morphed from suspicion to disbelief to dread. A dark brow quirked and his head tilted as if the wordlessly answer her. At his back, his midnight black tail lazily swayed. "What?" he asked again, his tone softer than it was just a moment ago. Weeks, even months ago, he had plenty of patience; presently, it would seem that his store of it had run dry.

"Hecate," he enunciated her name with a low growl. "What?" His voice had turned sharp again. "What do you want, huh?" His hackles seemed to lower, but he only did so as to roll his shoulders and adjust his stance. "You're so needy, you know that? Sheesh."

(This post was last modified: Apr 04, 2016, 11:13 PM by Skoll.)

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

YOU SHOULD BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE OF A WOMAN WITH A BROKEN HEART

What. Again. And Again. Was that all he ever said? Oh god he did. And oh god he knew and oh. GOD-he wasn't saying ANYTHING. Needy? She stared him head on as he scraped her out, by now tears should be starting to collect in her green pools. He had never seen her cry and she could not offer them right yet. She merely sounded exasperated and tired when she finally hissed something out. It was slow and dragged out. "Yer killinggg me.." He should know by now that she knew his secret. His ugly, revolting and repulsive secret. It was enough to just ponder, who? "Are you fucking serious with me?" She has hoping this would keep him quiet just for a second, she wanted the cigarette to be driven so deep into his wrist that it reached the bone. "Y'couldn't just stay with one woman? Was I not enough fer you or something?" Hecate sighed deeply, not having the respect to look him in the eye any longer. "Christ... did yer know at one point I had considered loving you?" She was begging him to speak now, just so she could he shut him down with a voice that sounded like boulders cracking up in the heavens.

the armed queen

Her retort was quick, but the tone of it was not as he had expected: drawn out and sluggish. "Yer killinggg me.." The prince's skull straightened and he blinked. Strange. She continued, "Y'couldn't just stay with one woman? Was I not enough fer you or something?" He supposed this was meant to wound him, but he found that he was rather unfazed by it all - her tone, her words, her actions... It was as if he had ascended - or descended - and he was no longer on her level. He didn't feel anything, but he could have sworn he could feel everything all at once.

On one thought, he had opted to lash out at her, to put her in her place (beneath him) and forcefully use his weight and learned maneuvers to haver her on the ground trapped by all four of his limbs. On another, he dismissed her statements altogether and did nothing to acknowledge what she had said. He had also entertained the idea of taking up the guise of Samuel Lyall once more, to shut her up with sweet nothings - a long time ago, it had rendered Piety speechless. Additionally, he had wondered if he might give in and coddle her, smother her so that she could no longer emit even a breath of doubt. In the end, he chose something of a middle ground between his warring states of mind. He was going to lie to himself that it did not hurt when she said that she had considered loving him.

"You couldn't love me," he rumbled, his gray eyes emotionless and glossed over. "No matter how hard you tried, you wouldn't be able to. I would kill you before you did." This wasn't a threat; there was not enough bite in his tone. Rather, it was more like a realized truth, and this was the first time he had ever voiced it with his tongue. "And I will not stand for you to become another Piety to me."

"You were but a conquest, my kestrel," had he been human, he might have touched the pad of his thumb to her chin. "And for that, I gave you what you wanted in return. Isn't that what you wanted to begin with?"

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

WOW SHE'S EVIL AND NEEDS TO STOP RN
YOU SHOULD BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE OF A WOMAN WITH A BROKEN HEART

Skoll matched her dead eyes and limp body, a state of hypnosis that could provide brutal truth without the backlash. He was right, she could never love him. But god she loved the idea of him. The bad-boy, the broken wing, the man on a mission. But in the end of it all, excitement and costumes would not be enough for her. It was worth pondering, would there ever be a man that she could love? She allowed herself a silent 'hmph'. "Yer right. I could never love you. I thought I did, I truly did..." She hummed softly, so only he could hear with his attention strained in on her voice. Not another Piety... "But, m' dearest Skoll Archer... yer cannot help but ter fall in love with me. Even through an affair with a woman half of m'beauty an' grace... yer cannot bear let me go." Her true poison was escaping its capsule, she was exploiting him and twisting the knife on a fresh wound. It was pure evil.

He was on a streak of truth, despite what she had thought she wanted, a daughter as an heir was the main goal. If she could not love a man, then she had to love her child. "If yer feelings are true, you will keep us protected and I'll never stray far from yer side." It was a hefty compromise, but she was aiming to stay in the Ridge.

the armed queen

Trying to take into account what has happened with the craziness of the last few weeks. If I need to edit, please feel free to correct me, anyone...

Pins and needles, arrows, nails and bullets into his heart. Every word she seemed to speak now made his chest constrict in pain, as if she were driving actual thorns into him. Perhaps, this was why he lied and lied and lied. The truth did nothing but hurt in the end. She tried now with her words to pull him back in, to entice her Skoll to return to her. After Samuel Lyall had had his run, Skoll wasn't quite sure he was the same man he had been before he ascended the mountain.

"You're asking me to do something I cannot," he scowled now, frustration and anger being the first emotions to make their reappearance. "You ask me to chose between you and my family-" There was a certain way he mentioned those last two words to her, a sort of lilting that seemed to signify not Hecate and his litter she carried in her womb but the ones he descended from and shared blood relations with. He scoffed in her face, almost looking down at her now in disdain just for asking him such a thing, "You should know by now that I would always choose them."

He took a step back and away from her and he flashed his teeth, merely annoyed with her. He had finally had it. When the rage had finally given way, a grimace took its place. He sniffed in attempt to recover himself. "I couldn't protect you if I tried. The only women I really love and are loyal to are my mother and my sisters. Like I said: You were just a conquest. Nothing more."

It was apparent by the look on his face and the tone of his voice that she had wounded him, but he was not going to let up. He had known their affair had been risky to begin with but now that they had come this far, there was only one thing he could do, "Leave." His heart felt as if it were skipping beats and he was starting to hold his breath, afraid that he would crumble even further before her. Even as his lip quivered and his ear tips visibly shook, he barked at her, "Just leave me alone. Don't ever come back. There is nothing left for you here!" You took me for all I am, all I was and all I would ever be... take what's left and go...

(This post was last modified: May 03, 2016, 12:56 AM by Skoll.)

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

YOU SHOULD BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE OF A WOMAN WITH A BROKEN HEART

She could not lie, her time with him had been nothing but sweet. But all things sweet come to a bitter end. Hecate expected this answer from him, he was fiercely loyal to his family which was something that she had once admired. But once he realized that his family no longer involved her... her interest had dissipated at remarkable speed. It was like oil was filling her lungs, heavy and viscus. It was something she could not convey, it had been clarified that she didn't love him, but she still did care for him. Just a conquest. She should have just scoffed, overlooked it, ignored him. But of course, she had to be the heart breaker; but he broke hers first. "Liar." She spat into his face, keeping her voice low until now. "Don't yer whisper these toxic lies to me, yer loved me and YER STILL DO." Her eyes sharp and narrow, glaring down on him. She had already hurt him, but did he not know what she was going through? Obviously not. She allowed herself to elaborate. "Yer fuck me like it's yer last day, yer give me a child and yer turn around and find a harlot ter spill sweet nothin's to you through the lonesome nights." She wasn't visibly disturbed, but inside she was crying out for help and so was their child. "I was waiting fer you." She hollered deeply, pacing anxiously. "I knew yer were up to something, I knew there was something wrong. But after yer had asked me a million times, 'DO YOU TRUST ME?'. I ASSUMED I SHOULD." Her teeth flashed between black lips and foam. How could he say that he was being played? He had been fucking her over since the start. "I am carrying yer child- AN ARCHER BY BLOOD."

the armed queen

She just wasn't having it. For every statement he uttered, there were words to counter him. "Liar," she had called him. "Don't yer whisper these toxic lies to me, yer loved me and YER STILL DO." Skoll Archer was cornered; that was his last trick, telling her to go, and she was able to one-up him even after all her grievances. She started to pace; it took all of him, mentally and physically, to remain in his place. Then, the bomb dropped:

"I am carrying yer child- AN ARCHER BY BLOOD."

It wasn't as though he had forgotten about the change in her distinctive scent, he had simply chosen to try and deny himself the attachment of it all - anything to save himself from another incident like he had with Piety. The punishment, the demotion in rank, the public humiliation before the whole of Willow Ridge, the anxiety over what might have happened if Morganna managed to get a hold of her (this was made even worse with the idea of both of them being pregnant). He folded; sitting down and lowering his head he closed his eyes and sighed.

"What would you like me to say?" he asked, the tone in his voice apparently telling of his defeat. His breaths were ragged and uneven, a result of him trying to fill and empty his lungs to keep himself together. Apologizing was for the weak; and, besides, he had never ever had to say 'sorry' in his life. This would not be the first time he would utter the word and really mean it. "I trust you," he breathed, hoping that she would hear him. "Now more than ever. I was just so... so... lost."

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away