[The blizzard bitch stalks through the landscape, furious. She is the wolf who snarls on the winds. Her eyes, black as death, always so liquid, have begun to drip black tar along her porcelain face. Where it touches the earth it sizzles at the ground like acid. The Burning Path will pay for this. She had not yet been born when Lydia's first child was taken from her, had never heard the story behind the scars across her dear-one's belly. But that did not matter.
The Burning Path, who she had always hated (a different, painful hate from the petty, bullying rivalry between she and the green-eyed boy) had spilled Autumn's blood over the earth. He had hurt her, and that was all that mattered to the winter queen. She would hurt him in kind, she would have his throat between her jaws.
The North wind wails her rage with her, whipping all the world into chill disarray.]
FFFF IDK IF I'M SUPPOSED TO REPLY OR COMMENT SO YEAH...markedbulletsJanuary 30 2010, 17:55:02 UTC
[ Staying inside would be a better decision, but ignoring something like this was not part of Cat's character. So, instead of taking shelter somewhere - though she had no home, she knew where to find safe haven - the girl tugs the collar of her trenchcoat up, tucks the chin and nose under a scarf and puts on the hoodie, covering her face. Lips chapped with cold, fingers freezing even under her arms, the girl frowns and looks around. She doesn't know how to deal with a season. She isn't an Other, not quite, so she doesn't really know what to do except cry out for her name. She's not particularly happy with this crazy weather, but she's not one to think "this too shall pass". She needs to do something, to be actively fighting against it. ]
Hey! Winter girl! [ She pauses, as if waiting for an answer and when none comes, she shouts again. ] The bloody hell 'you doing?!
Either 8V knock yourself outchionablepsiaJanuary 30 2010, 17:59:22 UTC
[She is drawn up short from her chase, as if she's been dragged back by a chain and her hair whips violently when she turns her head, teeth bared, black eyes dripping hot furious tar. She seems somehow larger than her usual small size, perhaps in the way the wind stirs her long hair and crystalline dress around her in a flurry. When she speaks, the wolves are there, clamoring in the back of her throat.]
Cover your head, mortal, there will be no until I have bled the sun of his glory.
[ Cat doesn't falter at the tenebrous sight. Instead, she stands her ground. Her eyebrows frown and she hugs the coat tighter around herself. Cold isn't something she's not accustomed to, quite the contrary, but this much cold can't be good for anyone. ]
I don't know what you're talking about, but calm the fuck down. [ She doesn't usually curse, but all of this is unsettling her. ] What's going on? [ It's not a question - it's a demand. It should not be the way to talk, but it's the only way she knows. ]
nice typo I made there.... hhhchionablepsiaJanuary 30 2010, 18:09:31 UTC
[She gives a birdlike shriek, white fangs exposed in the lightning as she tilts her head back with it, screaming at the sky, fists clenched.]
You will pay for what you have done, brother.
[A reminder to him. Perfect truth. She would see it done today, but it will come. She tosses her head with another snarl, flinging tar all around her, but she looks at Cat, lip curled.]
[ At the shriek, Cat winces and brings a hand to cover an ear. She's never been a fan of screaming, not really, and it bothers her when someone other than the Others do it. She watches the Blizzardseason rage, silently observing her. Her jaw clench and unclench, a subtle sign of stress. She's no fool. She doesn't know her chances against a season, she has never faced one before, so she keep quiet. But as the words leave the girl's mouth, there's a certain fleeting gleam in her eyes. Not compassion, but something close. As if she understands the rage of Winter, like she knows what it is to feel the wounded heart of someone you love. ]
Autumn. [ It's a whisper, as if she's thinking aloud. She looks up at the Blizzardseason. ] What're going to do?
[ A small grunt leave her throat, she looks through squinted eyes at the girl. She closes her eyes at the cold wind that cuts through them and then shakes her head, trying to get the snow out of her hair with little success. ]
Alright. Hold on.
[ And she feels like the Blizzardseason is about to flee, so her hand quickly goes to grasp the other girl's wrist, so she won't go. ]
If you kill him [ She pauses, breathing hard, heavily. This cold makes it hard to talk, but it doesn't stop the stubborn British, even if she's trembling and shivering with cold, ] is this bloody situation going to calm down or what? A lot of us are going to die if this doesn't stop.
[ She means the humans, of course. She might even be referring to herself. ]
all her other icons are too happy for this 8|||||\chionablepsiaJanuary 30 2010, 19:06:11 UTC
[Something rabid touches her face at being held back. You think you can stop the wind? You think I cannot bury you in ice and leave you there for eternity? Foolish little thing, foolish little worm. Those screams war with the force of her need to see her brother bleed. She struggles between the two, growling. Finally, she hisses,]
LMFAO it's okay cat has grumpy icons for both of themmarkedbulletsJanuary 30 2010, 19:12:59 UTC
[ Death threats are something Cat is more than used to, having lived with them ever since she was old enough to understand. Her mother - not the woman she calls as so, but the woman that gave birth to her - used those words more often than not and as she grew, she came to perceive other threats. She died once as well. This isn't to say she does not fear death - she doesn't want to go through that again - but it's fact that threats don't work as well as they would once.
She doesn't talk back this time though, but doesn't let go of the cold wrist that burns her skin. Her jaw clenches once more. ]
[Her head jerks, like a bird, distracted and tense. She hears the offer, she hears it and it weighs against her anger. Black-hearted little thing, what will she do? The Blizzardseason sniffs at her, smells blood on her hands. Hears others crying out in indignation for her sister. Maybe. Maybe. Her head gives another thoughtful little jerk, tongue appearing to lick a trail of tar from her lip.
She inhales. Inhales, teeth grinding.
...She deflates, slowly, writhing with the burning passage of her hatred. She quiets, sullenly.]
[ Cat pulls her head back at the proximity, uncomfortable forever with closeness, but doesn't move away from the angered Winter. Her fingers, so cold it hurts to move them, let go of the wrist she had been weakly holding - there's little strength in her fingers, but she closes a fist to make the blood flow again, even if it hurts. ]
You said you wanted to make me yours. [ Cat crosses her arms again, her voice does not falter once as she speaks but with the cold. ] Do it until we're done with him.
[A sick little smile touches her mouth, unpleasant, too many teeth, too gaunt and chilling to be pleasant. You cannot recoil from me, little one, not if i am to have you. She drifts closer fluidly, head dipping close, something like intelligence in her black eyes once more. She snatches the girl by the back of the head, bony fingers wound into dark hair.]
So pretty, Cat...
[She murmurs it distantly before her chill kiss is pressed forcefully to the girl's mouth, pulling at all the heat inside.]
[ Her head she tilts away from her as she comes close, struggles subtly and tenses up visibly when she grasps her by the back of her head. Not with fear, with mistrust, not insecure, but unsure. Doesn't answer to the girl, just watches her attentively. She clenches her jaw and winces, but ends up accepting this small ritual, though her knees jerk a little at the kiss - she wasn't expecting it. She keeps her eyes squinted open. However, as the heat is pulled from her body, Cat exhales into the kiss a little in what seems to be anguish, her hands grab tightly at the cold wrists of the Blizzardseason, yet doesn't pull back. ]
[She lingers over the fleshy little thing delicately, pecks shorted kisses over her cheeks and brow before releases the fist in her hair, stroking instead.
She does her part. Winds quieted, ice no longer raining from the sky.]
[ She still wants to move away, but doesn't. Instead, she just glances to the ground, before dragging her thumb against her lips, as if trying to wipe out a stain. Her eyes, ice blue, icer now perhaps, they look at the Blizzardseason. Cat did many things, but breaking promises was not one of them. She nods, chin tilted up slightly. ]
The Burning Path, who she had always hated (a different, painful hate from the petty, bullying rivalry between she and the green-eyed boy) had spilled Autumn's blood over the earth. He had hurt her, and that was all that mattered to the winter queen. She would hurt him in kind, she would have his throat between her jaws.
The North wind wails her rage with her, whipping all the world into chill disarray.]
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Hey! Winter girl! [ She pauses, as if waiting for an answer and when none comes, she shouts again. ] The bloody hell 'you doing?!
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Cover your head, mortal, there will be no until I have bled the sun of his glory.
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I don't know what you're talking about, but calm the fuck down. [ She doesn't usually curse, but all of this is unsettling her. ] What's going on? [ It's not a question - it's a demand. It should not be the way to talk, but it's the only way she knows. ]
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You will pay for what you have done, brother.
[A reminder to him. Perfect truth. She would see it done today, but it will come. She tosses her head with another snarl, flinging tar all around her, but she looks at Cat, lip curled.]
My sister's blood has been spilled.
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Autumn. [ It's a whisper, as if she's thinking aloud. She looks up at the Blizzardseason. ] What're going to do?
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I am going to rip his throat out.
[Teeth clicking, frothing saliva like a wolf. Nothing will sate her. Nothing. That bastard, that monster, no brother of hers.]
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Alright. Hold on.
[ And she feels like the Blizzardseason is about to flee, so her hand quickly goes to grasp the other girl's wrist, so she won't go. ]
If you kill him [ She pauses, breathing hard, heavily. This cold makes it hard to talk, but it doesn't stop the stubborn British, even if she's trembling and shivering with cold, ] is this bloody situation going to calm down or what? A lot of us are going to die if this doesn't stop.
[ She means the humans, of course. She might even be referring to herself. ]
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I do not care what dies, so long as he suffers.
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She doesn't talk back this time though, but doesn't let go of the cold wrist that burns her skin. Her jaw clenches once more. ]
Stop this shitstorm and I'll help you.
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She inhales. Inhales, teeth grinding.
...She deflates, slowly, writhing with the burning passage of her hatred. She quiets, sullenly.]
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You said you wanted to make me yours. [ Cat crosses her arms again, her voice does not falter once as she speaks but with the cold. ] Do it until we're done with him.
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So pretty, Cat...
[She murmurs it distantly before her chill kiss is pressed forcefully to the girl's mouth, pulling at all the heat inside.]
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She does her part. Winds quieted, ice no longer raining from the sky.]
You will help me.
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Just don't forget it's only for now.
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