legacy // violet vs. aeson - day 7
Apr 5, 2018 21:55:41 GMT -5
Post by Python on Apr 5, 2018 21:55:41 GMT -5
v i o l e t t a
Her night was spent in retreat, hiding within the walls of their tent before anyone had the chance to speak. Violet didn’t need to see the faces of Isaac and Gillian between the twin moons to know that the numbers were dwindling. She was basking in what little warmth remained; it was a final countdown, the last grains of sand falling through the hourglass until this alliance finally parted ways. The puzzle pieces no longer fit together, so she wasn’t surprised when Euley returned without Aeson. She was just glad he hadn’t tried to murder anyone on his way out. The pack would become lone wolves and so on – hopefully never straying into each other’s paths again.
It was just the two of them, silence as their third companion. Violet didn’t know any of them well enough to have formed real connections, but the night without Isaac’s presence brought a deafening sort of silence. She could hear the ringing in her ears and the skips of her heartbeat. She knew what tomorrow morning would bring; a world of wandering into the unknown, vulnerable as ever. She would have to fight or be picked off. This was when Jacinta was at her strongest, but she was not Jacinta.
She felt like a child all out of luck.
”You okay, Vi? Did you sleep well?”
Euley’s voice was comforting among all the dread. Sunrise had arrived too quickly. ”No,” she admitted, ”Too busy thinking.”
Contemplating her own demise in a lonely wasteland.
They packed up their things in respectful silence. Rather than the ski poles she had spent precious time throwing at empty targets in the snow, she grabbed her spiked weapon and practiced her stance. ”I'm sorry, but the alliance is over. I think we both know that.”
Violet nodded. Her security was gone, and she had to accept that. Victory was in bravery. How afraid could she truly feel on the seventh day? Terrified. She listened to Euley’s words of encouragement, cheeks a shade pinker after her touch. She wished she could’ve known Euley in a different world – where she wasn’t a killing machine on a mission. Where there was no pressure to fight or die. Violet had no choice but to fight and give them hell, but what had she accomplished thus far? Isaac, Euley, and Aeson were trained killers. Violet had the bite of a Salazar, but she felt out of her league.
She wanted to disappear.
After Euley became a speck on the horizon, she felt herself untangle. Everything burst out at once, tears out of her eyes and heavy breaths between her lips. She wiped them away before they could freeze on her cheeks. Pretending to be brave had been exhausting, and although she could play the part in front of Euley and Aeson she was worn around the edges. She couldn’t hide it from Jacinta or from the world.
Perhaps the snow would drown it all out.
She trudged through the wind and cold for what felt like hours. Without the sleigh, it was exhausting to carry around her own weight. The supplies filling her bag and the armor tried to her bones were becoming a burden. Panting, she made a dash to shelter as soon as she spotted a wooden building. It was connected to some sort of transportation system – carts attached to ropes in the sky. If it worked, perhaps she could retreat to the top of the mountain and camp there. That would give her more time to think of a plan.
She slowly peeled the armor away from her skin, shoving it all into her bag. The jars of black tar were buried beneath everything now. As she slipped her hand inside to grab it, she listened and froze. Shuffling. Life. Something was here in the building.
She retracted her hand and gripped her weapon tightly. There was no time to put on her armor or grab her jar – she would give her position away. Instead, she crept quietly. She turned a corner, wishing that she had not been caught so vulnerable.
And there he stood; the last man she wanted to see.
Before she could slip away, he spotted her. Her heart lurched in her chest, and suddenly she was thankful that she had cried herself into exhaustion hours ago. All that remained was a hollow feeling, and she could work with that.
She could pretend to be brave.
”Can we just act like you never saw me and move on?”
A rhetorical question for a creature that might as well be a mutt. He was going to attack her regardless of whether she stood her ground or fled the scene, so she would not turn her back and give him the clean shot.
Give em’ hell.
”No? Okay, let’s test my luck again.”
She knew she was dead before she swung.
[violet will have her armor UNEQUIPPED during this fight]
[attacks Aeson - crampons]
Mu0WXYs6spiked blunt
BROKEN RIGHT WRIST -- 6.5 damage
spiked blunt[attacks Aeson - crampons]
Mu0WXYs6spiked blunt
BROKEN RIGHT WRIST -- 6.5 damage