She is trapped. She feels heavier than she ever has, as though the entirety of an ocean were pressing down on her head. For a moment, the pressure wanes and she is clawing toward the surface (just a thin, bleak little pinprick in the darkness), but it is gone before she can reach the sweetness of air.
She is subdued into silence as her body moves without her doing, as a voice sings inside her mind without her voice. She can understand perfectly now, as this creature drags its claws inside her head. The scent of blood scrambles the hollow of her belly and so when they begin to hunt, she does not resist.
Kill.
They do.
They are two in one body (jaws shredding at deer-skin, blood splattering across the broad plane of their armored forehead, grumblings silenced in the depths of the stomach) and for a few moments she fully enjoys the heat of the hunt and meal after. But it isn’t long before she is reminded of the heaviness pressing on her shoulders, pushing her into the floor of her own thoughts.
I do not trust you.
She is strong (perhaps stronger than Mother or Father, perhaps stronger than Charnel) and with her vicious thought the sister is flung from the monstrous depths of her thoughts. She has the clarity of her thoughts back, her eyesight shifting back into place and her muscles snapping back into her control. She is wheeling around quickly, sliding through the undergrowth quicker than they had while hunting.
She reaches Sister quickly, threatening growls rumbling from the blood-slick of her throat. And then she is lunging, maroon-stained teeth bared for Sister’s throat. She will not fall as easily as the rest of Family, she will fight for her own mind.
@[violence]
She is subdued into silence as her body moves without her doing, as a voice sings inside her mind without her voice. She can understand perfectly now, as this creature drags its claws inside her head. The scent of blood scrambles the hollow of her belly and so when they begin to hunt, she does not resist.
Kill.
They do.
They are two in one body (jaws shredding at deer-skin, blood splattering across the broad plane of their armored forehead, grumblings silenced in the depths of the stomach) and for a few moments she fully enjoys the heat of the hunt and meal after. But it isn’t long before she is reminded of the heaviness pressing on her shoulders, pushing her into the floor of her own thoughts.
I do not trust you.
She is strong (perhaps stronger than Mother or Father, perhaps stronger than Charnel) and with her vicious thought the sister is flung from the monstrous depths of her thoughts. She has the clarity of her thoughts back, her eyesight shifting back into place and her muscles snapping back into her control. She is wheeling around quickly, sliding through the undergrowth quicker than they had while hunting.
She reaches Sister quickly, threatening growls rumbling from the blood-slick of her throat. And then she is lunging, maroon-stained teeth bared for Sister’s throat. She will not fall as easily as the rest of Family, she will fight for her own mind.
@[violence]