plague iii {{ day three ; outlanders/mutts
Feb 27, 2016 12:02:48 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Feb 27, 2016 12:02:48 GMT -5
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She turned away from the boy who'd dared to take one last breath, wasting it on a lunge and in return met the cold, wet water of the swamp ground. It was within the endless seconds that both members of their respective alliance had dispersed among the scenic view. All that was left to match lonely footsteps had been the one who she cherished the most-- Scout Fray. They walked within a perfect harmony of each other, dragging the mangled boys body just bits away from where he laid his inner blade-- planted it to the ground and struggled to rip it back from again. Though, now she had gripped it in the palms of her blood soaked hands, and it was no intention to release.
Seconds flew to minutes which in turn passed to hours. The burning body of a boy once alive who fought and struggled until the match flint sparked the kerosene that lacquered his body with its own flow.
( “I’m good at this, you know.
Here, I’ll tell you a story—
Heroes don’t sleep with loaded guns
And I was always good at Russian Roulette.” )
Mustering up a smize she unleashes her toxic words to the dying boy followed by throwing her fur coat to his body.
( "In Twelve it's a sign of respect to the dead." )
Twisting away from Quadrys, she took a step towards Scout before allowing a spark to catch fire on his body, truly taking away his final breath-- and his cannon hadn't even fired yet.
( "Nothing's wrong. Go back to sleep." )
Within the past 2 days it'd been five cannons that fired in respect to the flat lines that signaled the lives taken out of the arena by the Capitol. She'd taken part in ending four of the five, one glory in the palm of her hands, and two others held within Timothy's and Kite's. Though, Timothy had been tearing himself over and over again at the life he had taken, though Kite didn't seem to mind it, and certainly Celia, herself, enjoyed it for her own personal gain.
Gripping her axe in the palm of her hand she smashed the throne Quadrys had self proclaimed and made his own, she proved he was no king-- just a make pretend from his own misconstrued self absorption.
WIP WIP WIP
I WILL GET THIS DONE LATER
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