Writhing, crawling - Under my skin,
Trying to contain it, desperation to sin.
Pushing and pulling - Destruction in need,
Only one solution - Let this soul bleed.
Too long have I lived this game, this scheme,
While I keep waiting, trapped in a dream.
Yet it's just me, the one who keeps blocking,
Deep in my veins a huntress is stalking.
Look here is the cure to drive the witch out,
Chase out the beast with a crimson shout.
Just one last time, just one last chance,
Let go but etched in a permanent dance.
Straight line across, then step to the side,
Dismiss all the doubt, forget who might've lied.
Again and again - Up and down the pale dance floor,
Even though I promised, I need it just once more.
A hushed and dark secret as her memory is caught,
Etching the smiles - Forgetting how we fought.
Red the color for passion and love,
All of the hard times - Needing a little shove.
The pain falls down in silent tears,
Carve in the hopes, cut out the fears.
Obsession leaving, running out of time,
Served the punishment - Forget the crime.
Watch as it flows, the ground painted red with screams,
Left behind the memory of all of our dreams.
Etched forever on the canvas, alabaster so pale,
Forever my secret, even when memories fail.
Bleed it all out - This one last mistake,
In this safe darkness I'll never more partake.
Forever my dance painted on skin,
Mine always - The forgotten sin.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
End Of The Game
Eyes of sapphire-silver ice,
Deadly angel kiss me twice.
Once in greeting, sweet surprise,
Again to end it, quit the lies.
Wasted days, waiting and tears,
Hopeless heartbreak bringing fears.
Wretched angel, leave me forsaken,
Give back my heart and promises taken.
Blame me for this and that,
Joyous soul you've beaten flat.
Colored this girl with hate and dismay,
Even though you told me not to stay.
I wish I could curse you,
Give you the desperate pain I knew.
Forget all the promises, things that you said,
Give up my vows, get you out of my head.
Angel of darkness - Mistress of pain,
Tattered my soul, left my heart slain.
Again and again, no love to be found,
Til after your request, then came the sound.
Shout to the mountains, tell one and all,
I didn't wait, how I was the first to fall.
Never mind your part, in this twisted game,
Playing the victim, it's all just the same.
Wretched angel, leaving broken souls in your wake,
What did you expect - How much more should I take?
The threats, the lies and games through the years,
All the nights that I wasted, oh all the tears.
My blessed angel, you've cursed me, it's true,
I fought very hard to try and forget you.
Hate you - I can't, tried it before,
Forget you - I wish, I just miss you more.
Why can't I forget you, or feel any hate,
With all that you've done - For nothing made me wait?
I may have fought nasty, perhaps I got mean,
But you're the one who took eight years to come clean.
Stop playing the victim, blaming me with your lies,
No tears left for you - I'll dry these blue eyes.
I've waited and waited, keeping my broken forever,
But I'll shoulder the blame and think it quite clever.
Perhaps next lifetime, my angel of doom,
We'll meet again, between us less room.
But this soul will remember, this long bloody war,
Maybe she'll have more sense than the ones before.
She'll remember the lesson I seemed to forget,
And knowing this heartache I'll make you a bet.
Spoken words will be useless, pretty wasted time,
You'll not win her heart, no matter which mountain you climb.
For you it's been fun, for me it's always the same,
You insisted on changing the rules of the game.
I kept waiting, when you told me to let go,
And then pointed your finger when I tried to do so.
That's all I was angel, a shelf for your blame,
All you ever gave me was sorrow and shame.
And why do I do it, waste time thinking of you?
When I always knew words finally spoken so true?
Mistress of deception - Angel of tears,
Why have you tortured me all of these years?
You think you're right - You've done nothing wrong,
But broke many hearts, lead still others along.
I hate who you are, despise what you've done,
But I'm not giving up, my wars just begun.
Someday you'll hurt, you'll cry over me,
You won't have a choice, the damage you'll see.
No one but you to blame, sweet angel of torment,
With all that you've done, the pain won't stay dormant.
I hope you will feel what I feel one day,
You deserve every bit of whats coming your way.
Pretend you've forgotten, sweet angel of pain,
Name her your torment, your heartbreak, your bane.
It's all just a game, just what you do,
But even now, I can see the real you.
My love don't forget, the long years that I wasted,
Waiting and hoping, of your lips to be tasted.
I played my part, and waited on you,
Though I knew all the lies and Hell I'd go through.
Those words that you wrote, though not spoken to harm,
Brought about panic, yes rose quite the alarm.
Crushed my world in an instant, those words that you said,
So much time had been wasted, with you in my head.
That's what it comes down to, this anger - This rage,
The years that I lost with your promises my cage,
But I'm still to blame, for wanting more than waiting,
Moving on like you asked, and not hesitating.
I'm sounding quite bitter, I'm pissed as all Hell,
Still I can't be a quitter, continue to dwell.
One day you'll see the mistake, regret what you've done,
You'll know all my heartache and tears - Cherish each one.
Yet my poor angel, my demoness of hate,
Your forgiveness and friendship will just be too late.
Though I can't hate you, I'm trying real hard,
It's getting much easier, as I pick up each shard.
So laugh now my angel, live it up while it lasts,
Soon you'll be wishing you hadn't let me slip past.
Then I'll be laughing, as you weep and you moan,
Moved on as you asked, and you as always - Alone.
Goodbye my angel, my lover, my friend,
I'm locking your box tight, I'm calling the end.
Farewell my angel, forget all that I knew,
I'm broken and bloody - I can't keep loving you.
A.S. September 2, 2009
Deadly angel kiss me twice.
Once in greeting, sweet surprise,
Again to end it, quit the lies.
Wasted days, waiting and tears,
Hopeless heartbreak bringing fears.
Wretched angel, leave me forsaken,
Give back my heart and promises taken.
Blame me for this and that,
Joyous soul you've beaten flat.
Colored this girl with hate and dismay,
Even though you told me not to stay.
I wish I could curse you,
Give you the desperate pain I knew.
Forget all the promises, things that you said,
Give up my vows, get you out of my head.
Angel of darkness - Mistress of pain,
Tattered my soul, left my heart slain.
Again and again, no love to be found,
Til after your request, then came the sound.
Shout to the mountains, tell one and all,
I didn't wait, how I was the first to fall.
Never mind your part, in this twisted game,
Playing the victim, it's all just the same.
Wretched angel, leaving broken souls in your wake,
What did you expect - How much more should I take?
The threats, the lies and games through the years,
All the nights that I wasted, oh all the tears.
My blessed angel, you've cursed me, it's true,
I fought very hard to try and forget you.
Hate you - I can't, tried it before,
Forget you - I wish, I just miss you more.
Why can't I forget you, or feel any hate,
With all that you've done - For nothing made me wait?
I may have fought nasty, perhaps I got mean,
But you're the one who took eight years to come clean.
Stop playing the victim, blaming me with your lies,
No tears left for you - I'll dry these blue eyes.
I've waited and waited, keeping my broken forever,
But I'll shoulder the blame and think it quite clever.
Perhaps next lifetime, my angel of doom,
We'll meet again, between us less room.
But this soul will remember, this long bloody war,
Maybe she'll have more sense than the ones before.
She'll remember the lesson I seemed to forget,
And knowing this heartache I'll make you a bet.
Spoken words will be useless, pretty wasted time,
You'll not win her heart, no matter which mountain you climb.
For you it's been fun, for me it's always the same,
You insisted on changing the rules of the game.
I kept waiting, when you told me to let go,
And then pointed your finger when I tried to do so.
That's all I was angel, a shelf for your blame,
All you ever gave me was sorrow and shame.
And why do I do it, waste time thinking of you?
When I always knew words finally spoken so true?
Mistress of deception - Angel of tears,
Why have you tortured me all of these years?
You think you're right - You've done nothing wrong,
But broke many hearts, lead still others along.
I hate who you are, despise what you've done,
But I'm not giving up, my wars just begun.
Someday you'll hurt, you'll cry over me,
You won't have a choice, the damage you'll see.
No one but you to blame, sweet angel of torment,
With all that you've done, the pain won't stay dormant.
I hope you will feel what I feel one day,
You deserve every bit of whats coming your way.
Pretend you've forgotten, sweet angel of pain,
Name her your torment, your heartbreak, your bane.
It's all just a game, just what you do,
But even now, I can see the real you.
My love don't forget, the long years that I wasted,
Waiting and hoping, of your lips to be tasted.
I played my part, and waited on you,
Though I knew all the lies and Hell I'd go through.
Those words that you wrote, though not spoken to harm,
Brought about panic, yes rose quite the alarm.
Crushed my world in an instant, those words that you said,
So much time had been wasted, with you in my head.
That's what it comes down to, this anger - This rage,
The years that I lost with your promises my cage,
But I'm still to blame, for wanting more than waiting,
Moving on like you asked, and not hesitating.
I'm sounding quite bitter, I'm pissed as all Hell,
Still I can't be a quitter, continue to dwell.
One day you'll see the mistake, regret what you've done,
You'll know all my heartache and tears - Cherish each one.
Yet my poor angel, my demoness of hate,
Your forgiveness and friendship will just be too late.
Though I can't hate you, I'm trying real hard,
It's getting much easier, as I pick up each shard.
So laugh now my angel, live it up while it lasts,
Soon you'll be wishing you hadn't let me slip past.
Then I'll be laughing, as you weep and you moan,
Moved on as you asked, and you as always - Alone.
Goodbye my angel, my lover, my friend,
I'm locking your box tight, I'm calling the end.
Farewell my angel, forget all that I knew,
I'm broken and bloody - I can't keep loving you.
A.S. September 2, 2009
Monday, October 24, 2011
My heart hurts....
I saw another article today about a gay man being murdered. They're not sure it has anything to do with the fact that he was gay, but that seems to be the general consensus. Things like that are the reason I try very hard not to hate. Hate does nothing good for anyone. I'd say there's probably only one person I really hate in this world, and I have a very good reason for hating him. It just breaks my heart to see these type of articles, as well as all these little kids committing suicide because of people teasing them. I was teased as a child growing up, so those kids have a special place in my heart. But, I wonder sometimes....if I was in the wrong to have kids. I mean.....what kind of a world do we live in? What if one of my babies ends up being gay? What if someone hates my kids just because they're gay? Or just because they're Mexican? It's horrible. And we want to boast about how humans are so much smarter than animals. You don't see a pack of wolves teasing the lone wolf cause he has funny colored fur. Or lions turning on one another cause they look different. It's all about survival in the animal world. Everything comes down to that basic instinct of survival. I'm sorry, but you could never, in a million years, convince me that someone murdering another human because of who they're attracted to is based in the survival instinct. It's not. It's based on the idea that anything that's different is unnatural and there fore must be feared, and then fear turns into hate, and hate turns into murder. It's just all so senseless and puzzling to me. And scary. I mean, I'm not quiet about the fact that I'm bi, why the hell would I be? I love that about me, among other things naturally. But, I've never felt the need to keep it quiet....at least not since I finally came out to my friends and family. Only once....in high school, when a class mate did a presentation on "solving the gay problem". And he talked about sending all gay people to an island, or lining them all up and shooting them. I was scared then. Not many people knew I was bi then either, so really I had nothing to fear. But now, I'm open and proud about my sexuality. I've never thought twice about it. I mean, no, it's not something that gets brought up in day to day conversation. But if I heard someone going off about gays and blah blah blah....I'd have an awfully hard time keeping my mouth shut. I just don't understand what this world is coming to. It's ok for adults to be fucking little kids, but it's not ok for an adult woman to be in love with, and attracted to, another adult woman? Or man. Or trans whatever....insert whatever you want. When pedophilia is cool and acceptable, but love, regardless of who it's between, is wrong.....then the world has all ready gone to hell in my opinion. When is the Apocalypse.....cause we're in some dire need of population control. I hope all those bible banging assholes do go first. I'll survive fine, even better without the closed minded pricks around. And now I'm just being mean and prejudice. Bleh. I need sleep.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Breaking Into Pieces
A poem/song thing that I wrote. I was looking at a site about writing music or lyrics more precisely I guess. And I thought, hehe, like I always do when I see something "exciting and new", that I would give it a shot. Honestly, I don't think it turned out that bad. I was pretty proud of it. Even if it never gets put to music, I like it.
This crazy kind of feeling, creeping in again,
The darkness slowly waking, like it did back when.
Hunger no longer silent, demanding sweet sacrifice,
A simple little motion, the release would be quite nice.
I'm breaking into pieces,
Falling on the floor.
Vicious little nagging,
Couldn't need it more.
The mirror begins to crack with a scream as soft as fleece is,
And all you can do is watch, as I break down into pieces.
How do I do this, find reason in this mess?
I never got the rules, in this mock up game of chess.
Writhing in my veins, this urge to play with sin,
Tempting - always teasing, the darkness trapt within.
Logic lost in reason, the ferral beast at bay,
Fight off all the doubt, each and every day.
Whispered words of treason, failure forcasting sorrow,
Darkness silently waiting with comfort I could borrow.
I'm breaking into pieces,
Falling on the floor.
Vicious little nagging,
Couldn't need it more.
The mirror begins to crack with a scream as soft as fleece is,
And all you can do is watch, as I break down into pieces.
Hide it all inside, behind the brittle mask,
And never make a whimper, if someone cares to ask.
Silent beneath the surface, a black and raging storm,
Deception laced with sweetness, passionate, loving, warm.
I'm breaking into pieces,
Falling on the floor.
Vicious little nagging,
Couldn't need it more.
The mirror begins to crack with a scream as soft as fleece is,
And all you can do is watch, as I break down into pieces.
An empty building full of pain, no chance to find new leases,
And all you can do is watch, as I break down into pieces....
This crazy kind of feeling, creeping in again,
The darkness slowly waking, like it did back when.
Hunger no longer silent, demanding sweet sacrifice,
A simple little motion, the release would be quite nice.
I'm breaking into pieces,
Falling on the floor.
Vicious little nagging,
Couldn't need it more.
The mirror begins to crack with a scream as soft as fleece is,
And all you can do is watch, as I break down into pieces.
How do I do this, find reason in this mess?
I never got the rules, in this mock up game of chess.
Writhing in my veins, this urge to play with sin,
Tempting - always teasing, the darkness trapt within.
Logic lost in reason, the ferral beast at bay,
Fight off all the doubt, each and every day.
Whispered words of treason, failure forcasting sorrow,
Darkness silently waiting with comfort I could borrow.
I'm breaking into pieces,
Falling on the floor.
Vicious little nagging,
Couldn't need it more.
The mirror begins to crack with a scream as soft as fleece is,
And all you can do is watch, as I break down into pieces.
Hide it all inside, behind the brittle mask,
And never make a whimper, if someone cares to ask.
Silent beneath the surface, a black and raging storm,
Deception laced with sweetness, passionate, loving, warm.
I'm breaking into pieces,
Falling on the floor.
Vicious little nagging,
Couldn't need it more.
The mirror begins to crack with a scream as soft as fleece is,
And all you can do is watch, as I break down into pieces.
An empty building full of pain, no chance to find new leases,
And all you can do is watch, as I break down into pieces....
Thursday, October 13, 2011
And a side note.
So, here's a few pieces from the main story I work on. The one that's my favorite. But I have a few other stories and characters that I play around with. So not everything here will be about Tachia. Plus I'd like to get up some poetry and what not. Mostly it's just a place to keep my writing. But honestly, sometimes I just need to journal somewhere like here. And since both my LJ and DJ have been compromised.....a very wonderful friend pointed me in this direction. So, here I am. Once again, taking up a small piece of cyber space and calling it mine.
And something closer to the begining....rewritten slopy copy. Some kingdom's names were changed.
Blue eyes watched the match distantly as Tachia let her mind wander slowly. At this time last year she was three weeks into her betrothal to Alten and still broken by the cur. Had it really only been three years since the Queen had died? That seemed wrong. It felt like eons, she decided, sighing softly.
"Must you always look so frigid, love?" Ariana whispered as she slid her arm around the blonde's waist possessively.
A small smirk flashed across her lips as Tachia shrugged. "Even with as much pleasure as I get from Tournaments, its still business, Ana. War is never easy on your ranks." She tried to put it as lightly as possible, but, there was no easy way to discuss death. Even when it was a major part of your daily life.
Ana absently played with the Queen's braid, tugging it lightly as she appraised the match with new eyes. "How many?"
"Fifteen," she answered, amazed that she'd kept her voice calm and steady. Ana tugging on her hair was wreaking havoc on her nerves. Six weeks was a long time to be away from the woman. "My entire left flank."
Ana momentarily rested her cheek against Tachia's hair. When she pulled away, Tachia's senses were assaulted with her cool-midnight-waters scent. It was everything she wanted to get lost in.
Suddenly Ana's eyes brightened mischievously. "I have a surprise for you later. After the eating and merry-making."
The Princess seemed quite eager now. She couldn't keep that smirk from breaking free. And despite herself, Tachia felt an answering smile slide across her lips.
"Wonderful, I can't wait."
"Wait for what?" A velvety voice asked from somewhere behind Tachia.
"Nothing," Ana answered icily.
Tachia shuddered, sure the air around her dropped a full ten degrees. She turned slowly, her eyes locking with hard purple ones. In that instant she knew this woman, the one she'd seen numerous times with Ana, was deadly.
Beautiful as well, she noted. Her gaze swept over the other woman. Curly black hair hung behind her in a braid and Tachia estimated it was about the length of her own, well past her waist. Her eyes were cold and calculating, and a bit mesmerizing. A light scar ran down her right cheek, passing dangerously close to her eye. It added to the beauty in an odd way. She had little time to ponder it though.
"Is she truthful, Highness? Are you waiting for nothing?" The other woman asked. Something in her eyes made it seem as though she were taunting the Queen.
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage," Tachia replied softly. Her gaze flicked to Ana for a moment. Her playful demeanor from moments before had vanished. She stood tensely, watching the newcomer with a hint of anxiety.
For the first time since meeting her, Tachia saw Ana was shaken.
"Yes, Ari, do introduce us," she turned her hard eyes on the Princess.
Ana turned her gaze to Tachia, gauging her reaction. Tachia attempted to read her own face from the inside. She felt anxious, realizing she was holding her breath in anticipation. Who was this woman, what would it change? She felt her mask slipping into place, her features turning sharp, distant as Ana began speaking.
"Tachia, this is Princess Dacie, my Fledgling." Ana continued to watch the Queen. "Dacie, Queen Tachia."
"Your lover," Dacie stated. Her eyes flashed with malice for a moment.
Tachia felt doubt curling in her belly. There was something being left unsaid. And having Dacie state the relationship like that, made her feel slimy. Like Ana hadn't wanted to claim her. It wasn't like they flaunted their love, but the idea that Ana didn't want that known cut like a knife. It had never occurred to her before this moment.
"The pleasure is all mine," Dacie smirked, extending a hand.
Tachia's blue eyes narrowed at Ana. "I'm certain it is," she retorted, pushing past the two. "I've recruiting to get to, excuse me."
She could hear the two women exchanging harsh words. She looked over her shoulder as Dacie laughed. It was a shivery bell sound, quite pleasant. But Tachia shivered, watching the woman laugh defiantly. She shook her head and silently fell into step with Krift.
"Well?" The light-hearted General asked.
"There's three men and a woman I'd like to talk to," Tachia replied calmly.
"Shall we get to it, then?"
She heard Ana call to her, felt her reaching with her mind. Tachia put up the wall though, still too upset to talk. "Yes, let's be on with it."
*~*~*
Tachia made her way through the garden. It was the main reason she loved coming to the Valtanese castle. The gardens were huge and smelt delicious. At night they were even more tempting.
She meandered, allowing herself to get lost. She had added another five men to the Regime. Well, four and a woman. Still, quite well for the first tournament. That still left a daunting ten to fill, and soon. She didn't dare hope that it would be as simple the next time.
She rounded a corner in the dark maze and ran into Ariana. She jumped back quickly, leaning against the cool wall. Her gaze moved over the brunette slowly, her hurt from earlier warring with her desperate desire for the woman.
"Beautiful night for a walk, isn't it?" Ana breathed, turning her gaze to the stars.
"Yes. Perfect for getting lost."
Ana snatched her hand, her full lips pulled into a small pout. "I had a gift for you and you knew. Why didn't you find me?"
Tachia sighed softly, her head falling back against the wall. "I needed time to think," she whispered.
"About?" Ana asked just as quietly. She looked at their hands, playing with the Queen's fingers gently.
Tachia felt her stomach tense the way it did before going to battle. She took a deep breath, watching Ana's face. "Who is this Princess? And why did you introduce us like that?"
Ana sighed, meeting her gaze. "I told you, she's my Fledgling. All Thacaprians receive a Fledgling Cardonian at birth. We grow together, learn together and from each other. When the Cardonians first get their magick, they're very vulnerable and need protection. We offer that. In turn they teach us magick."
Tachia turned that over in her mind. "There's more to it though, isn't there?"
"And as for the introduction, I wasn't sure what to say. It's only been a few months since you broke your betrothal to Alten."
Tachia felt the doubt again, gnawing at her stomach like a starved pup. "But she knew all ready. She called me your lover. She knows." Tachia felt the beginning stirs of anger again, her eyes shifting subtly to crystalline blue. "But that can wait. There's something you're not telling me. Dacie is more..." she paused, trying to find the right words.
Ana took the opportunity to try and prevent the gathering storm. "We exchange blood regularly. We have no secrets. But, you're right love, I should have said it. I'm sorry I hurt you." She placed light kisses on the back of the Queen's hand before nipping her fingertips playfully.
Tachia felt sick. She had little knowledge of blood sharing. She pulled her hand free, recalling a tidbit from her past. When she was young, maybe seven winters, she'd snuck into the hot bath. She'd hid in the darkness, escaping her reality for a moment, when the Queen and her ladies had entered. Her mother had relayed a story about a time when she'd allowed the Cardonian King to take her blood. At the time she'd been scared, too young to understand. Looking back, she realized it had been pleasing, erotic and exciting. Her mother had carried on while her ladies tittered and laughed.
Her eyes were glowing subtly as she looked at Ana. The Princess tried to tak her hand again but, her grasp came up empty. Tachia took a steadying breath then spoke slowly. "Have you...Has she had you?"
Ana looked down, then turned her gaze to the stars. "I've no idea what you mean," she whispered.
"I'll rephrase," Tachia hissed, circling her, scenting the air. "Even though I can smell the lie you've just told." She turned from her lover, the anger and hurt reaching new heights. "Have you bedded her, Ariana?" She whispered.
Ana turned to the Queen, pinning her to the wall. For a moment she was mesmerized, watching the woman's eyes glow icily. She moved to kiss her, wanting to stop this before it escalated beyond her control. Tachia turned her face at the last second. It hurt in an odd way and she growled softly.
"It was years ago, love. It's hard to resist, especially being so young. Exchanging blood is very," she paused, tracing light circles on Tachia's silky skin slowly, whispering in her ear. "Erotic. You're in one an others mind, feeling the ebb and flow of blood." She skimmed her nose along the blonde's shoulder and neck. "At that moment, it's just the two of you, the desire for blood, you can confuse it for something more. But it all comes back to the same thing. Lust."
Tachia felt tears threaten to fall and closed her eyes. It wasn't the idea of them being intimate that stung but, the idea that Ana lied and would've just kept it a secret. 'We have no secrets,' Ana's words taunted while the memory of Dacie's cold, bitter gaze flashed across her mind. "I'm not sure the Princess would agree with you. She hates me, and hates that we're together."
Ana turned her head, her thumb brushing the Queen's lower lip temptingly. "It doesn't matter, Tachia. Our kingdoms are allies, yes I'm her guardian and we still have to work together. But, she's nothing to me. Nothing real at least."
She leaned in, brushing her lips against Tachia's softly. She pulled her closer, the six week separation weighing heavily on her now. All she wanted was to get lost in her lover. "I've never felt this strongly for anyone before you, love. You're everything I want, everything I need." She kissed along the Queen's shoulder, nipping gently.
Tachia moaned softly, turning to face the Princess. She pressed her lips to the others temple, shaking her head slightly. "She still wants you, Ana. And she's powerful. She also has the advantage of being your Fledgling. How can I compete with that?"
Ana met and held her gaze, determination hard in her eyes. "Listen to me, love. I need you. You and I can handle anything, as long as we're together. Us against the world. I swear it, you're all I need. Forget Dacie, she's nothing to me. Trust me," she breathed, clasping Tachia's hand.
Instantly, Tachia felt the tingle of cool metal and looked down. A delicate silver bracelet encircled her wrist. She looked at it closely. It had a rose stem pattern in silver with rubies sparkling at intervals. It was simple but beautiful, and she loved it.
"What's this?"
Ana chuckled. "Your surprise, silly woman."
"I've only received jewelry twice." Tachia turned away, embarrassed by her strong reaction to the gift. In her memories, something about silver and roses tried to stir, but it was just as easily dismissed.
"I want you, Queen Tachia," Ana whispered behind her, brushing sensual kisses and nips along her bare shoulders. "I want all the kingdoms to know you belong to me, and I to you. Today, tomorrow and every day after for all eternity."
Tachia turned to face Ana slowly. "What are you saying, Ariana?"
"Unite with me, Tachia. You've all ready stolen my heart, all I ask for is you to give yours to me. I love you."
Tachia chewed her lip absently. 'Come with me. They hate you. They don't trust you,' a voice taunted from her memories. The Felicians allied with the Thacaprians. An interesting though.
-Or ruled by them.- Salir's words in her head made her jump.
-Get lost, cousin. My life and choices are no concern of yours.-
"Love?" Ariana asked softly.
Tachia smiled, looking at the bracelet again. Its beautiful, I love it."
Ana sighed softly, her lips twitching for a moment, a sign of her impatience. "Yes, or no, Tachia?" The Princess growled.
"Give me time to think, Ana," she pleaded, closing her eyes. With some horror she realized she was terrified.
"What is there to think about?"
"A lot!" Tachia took a calming breath. "My people, my men? There's a lot to consider. Unity isn't something you just jump into. Especially when we come from such different worlds."
"Whatever it is, we'll get through it."
"You lied to me and kept secrets less than an hour ago. And you want me to simply forget and rush into something so permanent?"
"I didn't -"
"You didn't mean to, but, you did," Tachia napped. She sighed, pacing slightly. You've told your parents, then?"
Ana looked away again, confirming what the Queen all ready knew. She turned abruptly and walked away. She wound her way through the maze, ducking out through one of the many exits to the forest. She needed to run, far and fast.
'The nerve,' she thought, shedding her competition garb just inside the foliage. 'Trying to push when she hasn't even spoken to her parents. How could she possibly-' Her thoughts ended as she began to shift. A white hot burning consumed her. She screamed, her body no longer under her command.
Tachia cumpled to the ground, the burning seeming to radiate unseen along her skin. She looked around, desperate to find the source. Realizing she was alone, she screamed again. Her mind, desperate to flee, tried to coax her body to shift again. The burning jumped a few more degrees, drawing another raw scream.
"Tachia?" Salir's voice was too close for comfort.
"What have you done to me, you bitch?" She growled furiously.
Salir's green eyes were suddenly in her line of vision, wide with shock. "Nothing, what's happening to you?"
Tachia screamed again. "It burns! I'm burning!"
She looked the Queen over. "Tachia you're -," her eyes spotted the bracelet. "Who gave this to you?" She demanded, ripping it off.
The pain began to receede almost instantly and Tachia took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, a wave of nausea sweeping over her briefly. "Why?"
Salir held it up. "Silver coated rose stems?"
Tachia stared at her blankly. She had mostly recovered, the pain completely gone. "So?"
"Tachia, they block your ability to change. Didn't your mother teach you anything practical?"
"Apparently it slipped her mind. Though now I'm recalling something Lativa used to say." The Queen shook her head, sitting up slowly. Her wrist was red and welted where the bracelet had been.
Ariana seemed to suddenly appear, standing beside Salir. "What have you done to her?"
"Me? What have I done? You useless leech," Salir started.
"Leave us, Salir," Tachia whispered.
"But I-,"
"I know, and thank you. But Princess Ariana and I have some things to discuss."
She sighed softly as the girl stormed off. 'I'm sure that will do wonders for our relationship,' she thought. She couldn't believe that Ana herself had purposely set out to hurt her. So she took a different approach than outright accusations.
"Where did you get this?" She asked, holding the bracelet with her fingers. She looked it over like it were something wicked and alive.
Ana frowned, looking at the Queen with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "I don't know. Dacie had seen my idea when we exchanged blood once before battle. The next time I saw her she gave it to me. She said she'd seen your mother wearing a similar piece at one time; That you may have liked it." She snatched the bracelet from her lover, turning it over in her palm. She'd thought it was beautiful.
"Well that explains it," Tachia snorted.
"Explains what?"
"Why you'd give me something that prevents me from shifting and was trying to burn me alive."
Ana sighed, still not sure what the woman was going off about. "If the answer is no, Tachia, just say so. Don't try and -,"
"Silver coated rose stems," Tachia snarled. "That's what the bracelet is made of. Silver interrupts a Felician's natural energies. Bind it with a rose stem and you drain the ability to shift and cause a significant amount of pain." She smirked, proud she'd finally recalled the lesson.
Ana knelt beside her, noticing her raw wrist for the first time. "I had no idea, love," she whispered. She took the others wrist placing a gently kiss on the angry mark.
"She hates me, Ana. And I guarantee this isn't her only trick."
"She doesn't hate you, love. She's just a bit put out currently. I'll talk to her."
"I don't foresee that making much difference, but fine." The Queen pushed herself up, brushing off the dirt and debris. She glanced at Ana and noticed the hungry way she watched her. It brought a blush to her cheeks and she turned away, slipping her clothes back on. No one affected her quite like the Thacaprian Princess did.
"I've missed you," Ana breathed against her ear. Her arms wrapped around the Queen's waist, holding her tightly. "Some nights I'd sneak off to the cave. I'd lay in the pelts, lost in your scent, thinking of you and praying your war would be over soon. That you'd come home to me safely."
"It gets cold when you're there alone," Tachia said softly. For a moment she remembered that feeling of loneliness in the cave.
"Stay with me, Tachia. I don't care who sees us or who knows. I want to feel your warmth, I need to feel you beside me tonight."
Tachia smiled and entwined her fingers with Ana's. "Lead the way," she purred.
*~*~*
Tachia awoke in a panic, searching the darkness. As her eyes adjusted easily, she let out a small sigh. She remembered she was with Ana, at the Valtanese castle and relaxed a bit more. She'd been dreaming. It seemed so real though.
In her dream, Dacie had placed a necklace on her. But it was made of silver and rose stems. She'd then proceeded to murder the cubs. When she tried to shift, she was burning again, and this time she couldn't breathe. Ana was there the whole time, watching from the shadows with cold, indifferent eyes.
For the first time in two years, she sobbed herself back to sleep. Ana slept peacefully beside her.
"Must you always look so frigid, love?" Ariana whispered as she slid her arm around the blonde's waist possessively.
A small smirk flashed across her lips as Tachia shrugged. "Even with as much pleasure as I get from Tournaments, its still business, Ana. War is never easy on your ranks." She tried to put it as lightly as possible, but, there was no easy way to discuss death. Even when it was a major part of your daily life.
Ana absently played with the Queen's braid, tugging it lightly as she appraised the match with new eyes. "How many?"
"Fifteen," she answered, amazed that she'd kept her voice calm and steady. Ana tugging on her hair was wreaking havoc on her nerves. Six weeks was a long time to be away from the woman. "My entire left flank."
Ana momentarily rested her cheek against Tachia's hair. When she pulled away, Tachia's senses were assaulted with her cool-midnight-waters scent. It was everything she wanted to get lost in.
Suddenly Ana's eyes brightened mischievously. "I have a surprise for you later. After the eating and merry-making."
The Princess seemed quite eager now. She couldn't keep that smirk from breaking free. And despite herself, Tachia felt an answering smile slide across her lips.
"Wonderful, I can't wait."
"Wait for what?" A velvety voice asked from somewhere behind Tachia.
"Nothing," Ana answered icily.
Tachia shuddered, sure the air around her dropped a full ten degrees. She turned slowly, her eyes locking with hard purple ones. In that instant she knew this woman, the one she'd seen numerous times with Ana, was deadly.
Beautiful as well, she noted. Her gaze swept over the other woman. Curly black hair hung behind her in a braid and Tachia estimated it was about the length of her own, well past her waist. Her eyes were cold and calculating, and a bit mesmerizing. A light scar ran down her right cheek, passing dangerously close to her eye. It added to the beauty in an odd way. She had little time to ponder it though.
"Is she truthful, Highness? Are you waiting for nothing?" The other woman asked. Something in her eyes made it seem as though she were taunting the Queen.
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage," Tachia replied softly. Her gaze flicked to Ana for a moment. Her playful demeanor from moments before had vanished. She stood tensely, watching the newcomer with a hint of anxiety.
For the first time since meeting her, Tachia saw Ana was shaken.
"Yes, Ari, do introduce us," she turned her hard eyes on the Princess.
Ana turned her gaze to Tachia, gauging her reaction. Tachia attempted to read her own face from the inside. She felt anxious, realizing she was holding her breath in anticipation. Who was this woman, what would it change? She felt her mask slipping into place, her features turning sharp, distant as Ana began speaking.
"Tachia, this is Princess Dacie, my Fledgling." Ana continued to watch the Queen. "Dacie, Queen Tachia."
"Your lover," Dacie stated. Her eyes flashed with malice for a moment.
Tachia felt doubt curling in her belly. There was something being left unsaid. And having Dacie state the relationship like that, made her feel slimy. Like Ana hadn't wanted to claim her. It wasn't like they flaunted their love, but the idea that Ana didn't want that known cut like a knife. It had never occurred to her before this moment.
"The pleasure is all mine," Dacie smirked, extending a hand.
Tachia's blue eyes narrowed at Ana. "I'm certain it is," she retorted, pushing past the two. "I've recruiting to get to, excuse me."
She could hear the two women exchanging harsh words. She looked over her shoulder as Dacie laughed. It was a shivery bell sound, quite pleasant. But Tachia shivered, watching the woman laugh defiantly. She shook her head and silently fell into step with Krift.
"Well?" The light-hearted General asked.
"There's three men and a woman I'd like to talk to," Tachia replied calmly.
"Shall we get to it, then?"
She heard Ana call to her, felt her reaching with her mind. Tachia put up the wall though, still too upset to talk. "Yes, let's be on with it."
*~*~*
Tachia made her way through the garden. It was the main reason she loved coming to the Valtanese castle. The gardens were huge and smelt delicious. At night they were even more tempting.
She meandered, allowing herself to get lost. She had added another five men to the Regime. Well, four and a woman. Still, quite well for the first tournament. That still left a daunting ten to fill, and soon. She didn't dare hope that it would be as simple the next time.
She rounded a corner in the dark maze and ran into Ariana. She jumped back quickly, leaning against the cool wall. Her gaze moved over the brunette slowly, her hurt from earlier warring with her desperate desire for the woman.
"Beautiful night for a walk, isn't it?" Ana breathed, turning her gaze to the stars.
"Yes. Perfect for getting lost."
Ana snatched her hand, her full lips pulled into a small pout. "I had a gift for you and you knew. Why didn't you find me?"
Tachia sighed softly, her head falling back against the wall. "I needed time to think," she whispered.
"About?" Ana asked just as quietly. She looked at their hands, playing with the Queen's fingers gently.
Tachia felt her stomach tense the way it did before going to battle. She took a deep breath, watching Ana's face. "Who is this Princess? And why did you introduce us like that?"
Ana sighed, meeting her gaze. "I told you, she's my Fledgling. All Thacaprians receive a Fledgling Cardonian at birth. We grow together, learn together and from each other. When the Cardonians first get their magick, they're very vulnerable and need protection. We offer that. In turn they teach us magick."
Tachia turned that over in her mind. "There's more to it though, isn't there?"
"And as for the introduction, I wasn't sure what to say. It's only been a few months since you broke your betrothal to Alten."
Tachia felt the doubt again, gnawing at her stomach like a starved pup. "But she knew all ready. She called me your lover. She knows." Tachia felt the beginning stirs of anger again, her eyes shifting subtly to crystalline blue. "But that can wait. There's something you're not telling me. Dacie is more..." she paused, trying to find the right words.
Ana took the opportunity to try and prevent the gathering storm. "We exchange blood regularly. We have no secrets. But, you're right love, I should have said it. I'm sorry I hurt you." She placed light kisses on the back of the Queen's hand before nipping her fingertips playfully.
Tachia felt sick. She had little knowledge of blood sharing. She pulled her hand free, recalling a tidbit from her past. When she was young, maybe seven winters, she'd snuck into the hot bath. She'd hid in the darkness, escaping her reality for a moment, when the Queen and her ladies had entered. Her mother had relayed a story about a time when she'd allowed the Cardonian King to take her blood. At the time she'd been scared, too young to understand. Looking back, she realized it had been pleasing, erotic and exciting. Her mother had carried on while her ladies tittered and laughed.
Her eyes were glowing subtly as she looked at Ana. The Princess tried to tak her hand again but, her grasp came up empty. Tachia took a steadying breath then spoke slowly. "Have you...Has she had you?"
Ana looked down, then turned her gaze to the stars. "I've no idea what you mean," she whispered.
"I'll rephrase," Tachia hissed, circling her, scenting the air. "Even though I can smell the lie you've just told." She turned from her lover, the anger and hurt reaching new heights. "Have you bedded her, Ariana?" She whispered.
Ana turned to the Queen, pinning her to the wall. For a moment she was mesmerized, watching the woman's eyes glow icily. She moved to kiss her, wanting to stop this before it escalated beyond her control. Tachia turned her face at the last second. It hurt in an odd way and she growled softly.
"It was years ago, love. It's hard to resist, especially being so young. Exchanging blood is very," she paused, tracing light circles on Tachia's silky skin slowly, whispering in her ear. "Erotic. You're in one an others mind, feeling the ebb and flow of blood." She skimmed her nose along the blonde's shoulder and neck. "At that moment, it's just the two of you, the desire for blood, you can confuse it for something more. But it all comes back to the same thing. Lust."
Tachia felt tears threaten to fall and closed her eyes. It wasn't the idea of them being intimate that stung but, the idea that Ana lied and would've just kept it a secret. 'We have no secrets,' Ana's words taunted while the memory of Dacie's cold, bitter gaze flashed across her mind. "I'm not sure the Princess would agree with you. She hates me, and hates that we're together."
Ana turned her head, her thumb brushing the Queen's lower lip temptingly. "It doesn't matter, Tachia. Our kingdoms are allies, yes I'm her guardian and we still have to work together. But, she's nothing to me. Nothing real at least."
She leaned in, brushing her lips against Tachia's softly. She pulled her closer, the six week separation weighing heavily on her now. All she wanted was to get lost in her lover. "I've never felt this strongly for anyone before you, love. You're everything I want, everything I need." She kissed along the Queen's shoulder, nipping gently.
Tachia moaned softly, turning to face the Princess. She pressed her lips to the others temple, shaking her head slightly. "She still wants you, Ana. And she's powerful. She also has the advantage of being your Fledgling. How can I compete with that?"
Ana met and held her gaze, determination hard in her eyes. "Listen to me, love. I need you. You and I can handle anything, as long as we're together. Us against the world. I swear it, you're all I need. Forget Dacie, she's nothing to me. Trust me," she breathed, clasping Tachia's hand.
Instantly, Tachia felt the tingle of cool metal and looked down. A delicate silver bracelet encircled her wrist. She looked at it closely. It had a rose stem pattern in silver with rubies sparkling at intervals. It was simple but beautiful, and she loved it.
"What's this?"
Ana chuckled. "Your surprise, silly woman."
"I've only received jewelry twice." Tachia turned away, embarrassed by her strong reaction to the gift. In her memories, something about silver and roses tried to stir, but it was just as easily dismissed.
"I want you, Queen Tachia," Ana whispered behind her, brushing sensual kisses and nips along her bare shoulders. "I want all the kingdoms to know you belong to me, and I to you. Today, tomorrow and every day after for all eternity."
Tachia turned to face Ana slowly. "What are you saying, Ariana?"
"Unite with me, Tachia. You've all ready stolen my heart, all I ask for is you to give yours to me. I love you."
Tachia chewed her lip absently. 'Come with me. They hate you. They don't trust you,' a voice taunted from her memories. The Felicians allied with the Thacaprians. An interesting though.
-Or ruled by them.- Salir's words in her head made her jump.
-Get lost, cousin. My life and choices are no concern of yours.-
"Love?" Ariana asked softly.
Tachia smiled, looking at the bracelet again. Its beautiful, I love it."
Ana sighed softly, her lips twitching for a moment, a sign of her impatience. "Yes, or no, Tachia?" The Princess growled.
"Give me time to think, Ana," she pleaded, closing her eyes. With some horror she realized she was terrified.
"What is there to think about?"
"A lot!" Tachia took a calming breath. "My people, my men? There's a lot to consider. Unity isn't something you just jump into. Especially when we come from such different worlds."
"Whatever it is, we'll get through it."
"You lied to me and kept secrets less than an hour ago. And you want me to simply forget and rush into something so permanent?"
"I didn't -"
"You didn't mean to, but, you did," Tachia napped. She sighed, pacing slightly. You've told your parents, then?"
Ana looked away again, confirming what the Queen all ready knew. She turned abruptly and walked away. She wound her way through the maze, ducking out through one of the many exits to the forest. She needed to run, far and fast.
'The nerve,' she thought, shedding her competition garb just inside the foliage. 'Trying to push when she hasn't even spoken to her parents. How could she possibly-' Her thoughts ended as she began to shift. A white hot burning consumed her. She screamed, her body no longer under her command.
Tachia cumpled to the ground, the burning seeming to radiate unseen along her skin. She looked around, desperate to find the source. Realizing she was alone, she screamed again. Her mind, desperate to flee, tried to coax her body to shift again. The burning jumped a few more degrees, drawing another raw scream.
"Tachia?" Salir's voice was too close for comfort.
"What have you done to me, you bitch?" She growled furiously.
Salir's green eyes were suddenly in her line of vision, wide with shock. "Nothing, what's happening to you?"
Tachia screamed again. "It burns! I'm burning!"
She looked the Queen over. "Tachia you're -," her eyes spotted the bracelet. "Who gave this to you?" She demanded, ripping it off.
The pain began to receede almost instantly and Tachia took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, a wave of nausea sweeping over her briefly. "Why?"
Salir held it up. "Silver coated rose stems?"
Tachia stared at her blankly. She had mostly recovered, the pain completely gone. "So?"
"Tachia, they block your ability to change. Didn't your mother teach you anything practical?"
"Apparently it slipped her mind. Though now I'm recalling something Lativa used to say." The Queen shook her head, sitting up slowly. Her wrist was red and welted where the bracelet had been.
Ariana seemed to suddenly appear, standing beside Salir. "What have you done to her?"
"Me? What have I done? You useless leech," Salir started.
"Leave us, Salir," Tachia whispered.
"But I-,"
"I know, and thank you. But Princess Ariana and I have some things to discuss."
She sighed softly as the girl stormed off. 'I'm sure that will do wonders for our relationship,' she thought. She couldn't believe that Ana herself had purposely set out to hurt her. So she took a different approach than outright accusations.
"Where did you get this?" She asked, holding the bracelet with her fingers. She looked it over like it were something wicked and alive.
Ana frowned, looking at the Queen with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "I don't know. Dacie had seen my idea when we exchanged blood once before battle. The next time I saw her she gave it to me. She said she'd seen your mother wearing a similar piece at one time; That you may have liked it." She snatched the bracelet from her lover, turning it over in her palm. She'd thought it was beautiful.
"Well that explains it," Tachia snorted.
"Explains what?"
"Why you'd give me something that prevents me from shifting and was trying to burn me alive."
Ana sighed, still not sure what the woman was going off about. "If the answer is no, Tachia, just say so. Don't try and -,"
"Silver coated rose stems," Tachia snarled. "That's what the bracelet is made of. Silver interrupts a Felician's natural energies. Bind it with a rose stem and you drain the ability to shift and cause a significant amount of pain." She smirked, proud she'd finally recalled the lesson.
Ana knelt beside her, noticing her raw wrist for the first time. "I had no idea, love," she whispered. She took the others wrist placing a gently kiss on the angry mark.
"She hates me, Ana. And I guarantee this isn't her only trick."
"She doesn't hate you, love. She's just a bit put out currently. I'll talk to her."
"I don't foresee that making much difference, but fine." The Queen pushed herself up, brushing off the dirt and debris. She glanced at Ana and noticed the hungry way she watched her. It brought a blush to her cheeks and she turned away, slipping her clothes back on. No one affected her quite like the Thacaprian Princess did.
"I've missed you," Ana breathed against her ear. Her arms wrapped around the Queen's waist, holding her tightly. "Some nights I'd sneak off to the cave. I'd lay in the pelts, lost in your scent, thinking of you and praying your war would be over soon. That you'd come home to me safely."
"It gets cold when you're there alone," Tachia said softly. For a moment she remembered that feeling of loneliness in the cave.
"Stay with me, Tachia. I don't care who sees us or who knows. I want to feel your warmth, I need to feel you beside me tonight."
Tachia smiled and entwined her fingers with Ana's. "Lead the way," she purred.
*~*~*
Tachia awoke in a panic, searching the darkness. As her eyes adjusted easily, she let out a small sigh. She remembered she was with Ana, at the Valtanese castle and relaxed a bit more. She'd been dreaming. It seemed so real though.
In her dream, Dacie had placed a necklace on her. But it was made of silver and rose stems. She'd then proceeded to murder the cubs. When she tried to shift, she was burning again, and this time she couldn't breathe. Ana was there the whole time, watching from the shadows with cold, indifferent eyes.
For the first time in two years, she sobbed herself back to sleep. Ana slept peacefully beside her.
A story I'm working on. Sloppy Copy: Tachia's End
As Tachia crossed the border into the Draconian territory she was assaulted by the familiar scent of Ariana. She snorted softly and leaned against a tree, waiting for the girl to make her appearance. "I know you're here, parasite. Might as well come out and say what you want....I'm on a timeline here."
Ariana stepped into view, standing a few feet up the path. Both girls looked at one another. It was easy to see the emotions seething on Ariana's face, though Tachia looked cool as always. "No Regime to have your back this time?" Ariana asked, raising a brow. "Not a smart move if you're planning an attack on Dacie."
Tachia laughed softly. "If only that were my plan, right?" She pushed herself off the tree, stalking past the other girl. What do you want, Ariana?"
"To try and talk some sense into you. And to see you for myself. Rumor has it you were locked up in seclusion for a few weeks. People say you wouldn't even accept the dog as a visitor. Now why's that?" The Princess asked, tagging a few feet behind the other.
"None of your damn business," she growled over her shoulder. She continued on her path, only one thing on her mind.
"So your plan is what? To talk to Dacie? Come to a compromise?"
Tachia laughed harshly. "There's no compromise as far as I'm concerned. The woman wants my kingdom on it's knees. And myself as well from what I hear." She shuddered slightly, the rumors running through her mind.
"Where's your good for nothing cousin?"
Tachia sighed softly, her control slipping as Ariana pushed. "Once again, none of your business, Princess."
Ariana grabbed the Queen's arm, forcing her to face her. "This won't work," she insisted.
"You think you're so much better than me," Tachia hissed, turning to face Ariana, her eyes glowing icily. "You think you're superior because I can't control certain instincts and needs. But the truth Ariana, is that you're a coward. You're afraid of going after what you want because you don't want to cause waves with anyone. How horrible it would be if you had to actually stand up for what you believe in," she sneered.
"You don't know me, Tachia. Don't pretend you do," Ariana retorted.
"Don't I? I know that you're still hiding the fact that you're madly in love with Kaylee because you don't want her parents, or yours, to be upset. You live your life based on what everyone else wants for you."
Ariana growled softly, taking a step towards the blond. "Tachia....don't."
"Or what, Ariana? Do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you think there's anything you can do to hurt me? Everything that I hold dear, my people, my men, even my daughter, are aboard a ship right now destined for a new land. What do you think you could possibly do to me?" She read the shock on the other girl's face and smirked with delight. "Yes, my daughter. I've already given everything up, Ana. So go ahead, take your best shot. There's nothing you can do...." She laughed softly as the other just stood there in shock. "I have bigger fish to fry, Princess. Go back to your Kaylee, go enjoy what little time you have left with her. And let me do what it is that I need to in order to save my people."
She stalked off, leaving the other in silence.
Tachia made her way towards the safe-hold of Dacie, for a moment letting herself be assaulted by the memories of Ana. She couldn't see how it would hurt in the end, when everything would be done in just a few short moments anyway. She'd hoped there would have been a way to at least end things civilly with the Carpithian Princess. But wasn't that the way it usually went? The rest of them thought the Felicians were nothing more than a band of wanton harlots and war hungry mongrels. She shrugged as she entered the clearing before the walls.
"Dacie!" She called, waiting patiently as the message was passed. It was only a few moments before the girl stood on the battlement before her.
"Come to surrender to me, I hope," Dacie called.
"Hardly, you crazy bitch," Tachia laughed. "Felicia is yours, though you'll be disappointed to find it as we've left it. But with a years worth of work you can probably restore it to it's former self I've no doubt. However, the Felicians themselves are long gone. Word is getting around to the other kingdoms, Dacie. They know that you're nothing more than a power hungry bitch. And though they wouldn't stand with Felicia, someone will stop you. So if you want to come down here I'm willing to submit myself to you and your kingdom."
Dacie furrowed her brows, searching the surrounding wood with her keen sight. It appeared the Queen was not bluffing. There were no reinforcements in the woods. She was here alone. That was unexpected. She smiled viciously as she made her way to the ground, the gates opening to allow her out. She stood a few feet away from the Queen, watching her. She was still somewhat skeptical. Felicians were never known to surrender. "You are now a prisoner of Draconia. You will submit to the King and Queen and do as you are told. You belong to me now." Dacie smirked as she took a few steps towards Tachia.
"The only thing of mine you'll ever own," Tachia growled, pulling a dagger from her corset in a flash and plunging it into her heart. "Is my dead body," she whispered.
As Tachia lay there, taking her last look at the beautiful blue sky, she was a bit sad to realize it was over. So much wasted. She was a little surprised that it hurt so much, but she knew in just seconds even that would be over. As Dacie and the guards made their way to her form, her thoughts and soul raced onward, into whatever awaited her next. No matter what, it had to be better than this. It had to mean more than this.
Ariana stepped into view, standing a few feet up the path. Both girls looked at one another. It was easy to see the emotions seething on Ariana's face, though Tachia looked cool as always. "No Regime to have your back this time?" Ariana asked, raising a brow. "Not a smart move if you're planning an attack on Dacie."
Tachia laughed softly. "If only that were my plan, right?" She pushed herself off the tree, stalking past the other girl. What do you want, Ariana?"
"To try and talk some sense into you. And to see you for myself. Rumor has it you were locked up in seclusion for a few weeks. People say you wouldn't even accept the dog as a visitor. Now why's that?" The Princess asked, tagging a few feet behind the other.
"None of your damn business," she growled over her shoulder. She continued on her path, only one thing on her mind.
"So your plan is what? To talk to Dacie? Come to a compromise?"
Tachia laughed harshly. "There's no compromise as far as I'm concerned. The woman wants my kingdom on it's knees. And myself as well from what I hear." She shuddered slightly, the rumors running through her mind.
"Where's your good for nothing cousin?"
Tachia sighed softly, her control slipping as Ariana pushed. "Once again, none of your business, Princess."
Ariana grabbed the Queen's arm, forcing her to face her. "This won't work," she insisted.
"You think you're so much better than me," Tachia hissed, turning to face Ariana, her eyes glowing icily. "You think you're superior because I can't control certain instincts and needs. But the truth Ariana, is that you're a coward. You're afraid of going after what you want because you don't want to cause waves with anyone. How horrible it would be if you had to actually stand up for what you believe in," she sneered.
"You don't know me, Tachia. Don't pretend you do," Ariana retorted.
"Don't I? I know that you're still hiding the fact that you're madly in love with Kaylee because you don't want her parents, or yours, to be upset. You live your life based on what everyone else wants for you."
Ariana growled softly, taking a step towards the blond. "Tachia....don't."
"Or what, Ariana? Do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you think there's anything you can do to hurt me? Everything that I hold dear, my people, my men, even my daughter, are aboard a ship right now destined for a new land. What do you think you could possibly do to me?" She read the shock on the other girl's face and smirked with delight. "Yes, my daughter. I've already given everything up, Ana. So go ahead, take your best shot. There's nothing you can do...." She laughed softly as the other just stood there in shock. "I have bigger fish to fry, Princess. Go back to your Kaylee, go enjoy what little time you have left with her. And let me do what it is that I need to in order to save my people."
She stalked off, leaving the other in silence.
Tachia made her way towards the safe-hold of Dacie, for a moment letting herself be assaulted by the memories of Ana. She couldn't see how it would hurt in the end, when everything would be done in just a few short moments anyway. She'd hoped there would have been a way to at least end things civilly with the Carpithian Princess. But wasn't that the way it usually went? The rest of them thought the Felicians were nothing more than a band of wanton harlots and war hungry mongrels. She shrugged as she entered the clearing before the walls.
"Dacie!" She called, waiting patiently as the message was passed. It was only a few moments before the girl stood on the battlement before her.
"Come to surrender to me, I hope," Dacie called.
"Hardly, you crazy bitch," Tachia laughed. "Felicia is yours, though you'll be disappointed to find it as we've left it. But with a years worth of work you can probably restore it to it's former self I've no doubt. However, the Felicians themselves are long gone. Word is getting around to the other kingdoms, Dacie. They know that you're nothing more than a power hungry bitch. And though they wouldn't stand with Felicia, someone will stop you. So if you want to come down here I'm willing to submit myself to you and your kingdom."
Dacie furrowed her brows, searching the surrounding wood with her keen sight. It appeared the Queen was not bluffing. There were no reinforcements in the woods. She was here alone. That was unexpected. She smiled viciously as she made her way to the ground, the gates opening to allow her out. She stood a few feet away from the Queen, watching her. She was still somewhat skeptical. Felicians were never known to surrender. "You are now a prisoner of Draconia. You will submit to the King and Queen and do as you are told. You belong to me now." Dacie smirked as she took a few steps towards Tachia.
"The only thing of mine you'll ever own," Tachia growled, pulling a dagger from her corset in a flash and plunging it into her heart. "Is my dead body," she whispered.
As Tachia lay there, taking her last look at the beautiful blue sky, she was a bit sad to realize it was over. So much wasted. She was a little surprised that it hurt so much, but she knew in just seconds even that would be over. As Dacie and the guards made their way to her form, her thoughts and soul raced onward, into whatever awaited her next. No matter what, it had to be better than this. It had to mean more than this.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
First post, yay.
So this is my first post. Mostly I'll just keep a bunch of writing stuff in here. I do lots of side stuff, like free writing and character dialogues and what not. I'll probably get some poems or something up in here tomorrow or the next day. I just wanted to start right away. You know what they say about procrastination..... ;P
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