volarent:
monstrous cry precedes the hunt for the she - fox, girl of silken tongue and a blackened selfish heart. maybe the abomination would remember that, had he remembered anything before the parasite started wrestling control of the body. it remembers, it does, even when he cannot. the body remembers the scent of her, how it was sweet and lulling. it remembers her voice, the bell chime of melodic laughter and the way it wrapped around his name, on the tip of his tongue, and yet the body cannot remember it. it remembers most vividly the way she’d regarded him with a softness that veiled two rows of sharpened teeth.
kill. kill. revenge. kill.
revenge ? an interesting order. not for the abomination. where had the word come from. the abomination had been tasked with killing the deserter, not seeking revenge. and for what ? what had she done ? why did the little fox deserve to die ? red - tint eyes seek out the screaming, the panting, pained breaths with an expression unnerving. crane faunus’ wings cast shadows sinister, first upon the trap, and then upon the woman about to meet an unfortunate fate. the crane speaks instead of the abomination, oh how he wrestled for control to speak instead of slice right through her flesh with razor tips of grimm talons, though each word was agonising.
‘ … you … killed … me. ’
the closer shiro gets , the more eun struggles &. squirms in an attempt to free herself from this trap. frantic gaze darts to him , blown wide in horror absolute , then away to a branch that she wedges between the traps’ teeth , using every ounce of strength she can muster to pry it from ankle. &. she does , but not without a blood curdling scream &. the immediate use of the fire dust stored in glove to cauterize the wound. a sloppy job at best. vulpine ‘ s attention shifts back to shiro , this thing , in an instant , jaw clenching tighter than it ever has before. is this . . . . what she lured him to ? this unholy demise , this horrific transformation at salem ‘ s hands ? it ‘ s awful. it makes guilt spawn something black &. thorny within belly , but there ‘ s nothing she can do now. perhaps she deserves to die at his hands for what she ‘ s done. wouldn ‘ t it be fair ? fitting ? for the first person who showed her genuine kindness to flay her belly wide open &. splay her guts across the forest floor for carrion to pick apart. eun looks into those soulless eyes of crimson , allows them to pierce the very depths of her heart before rising to her feet with hands held behind her back. faux surrender , hiding the weapon that could be used against him , but in reality she ‘ s holding a fistful of dirt for later reasons.
please forgive me.
❝ i didn ‘ t want to . . . ❞ she chokes out on a wet tremble , a whimper that brings forth the agony of tears to stream hot down cheeks. sniff. she should have stayed far away from him to begin with ; maybe then she could ‘ ve saved him &. avoided this awful fate for him. defecting wasn ‘ t enough to make up for this , it never will be. eun will carry this sin for the rest of her life until she is naught more than a pile of rotting flesh &. bone. ❝ shiro . . . ❞ the fox says to the crane in what could very well be his final moments of humanity , with a heavy heart &. a step forward as though allowing herself to be cut down. heavy inhale , exhale. she bites the inside of cheek. ❝ i ‘ m sorry. for everything. ❞ &. with that , eun arm whips forth &. tosses the dirt from before right into his eyes &. despite a wounded ankle , she spins on heels &. runs faster than she ever has in her life. right into thick thorny brush , veiling her aura to hide further. run , little fox , run.
