So You Want to Play with Magic – 30.03.2023 – Delilah
Apr 9, 2023 16:22:36 GMT
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Post by Delilah Daybreaker on Apr 9, 2023 16:22:36 GMT
She should have seen it coming. Should have known.
But the thought never even crossed her mind.
Foolish.
Now everyone was asking, “What’s wrong?” and, “What’s got her so riled up?” and, “Who’s the person from the Twilight Court targeting her?”
Ankaa.
Her own personal demon.
Ankaa.
Her first weakness, exploited and turned against her.
Ankaa.
Her mother’s perfect vessel. The one to carry on Demona’s legacy.
I will leverage every lesson she taught me in inflicting pain…
She grips her shoulder feeling the ache of where a limb used to be.
Weakness.
…the last thing you see will be the face of a future you could have had…
The shadows roil as she sweats, pushing her body to move faster.
Rage.
…had you been stronger.
She stabs, kicks, and punches as magic goes off in front of her, behind her, beside her — all around her. It’s not enough. It’s impossible to keep up. She’s going to be overcome. There’s no stopping it.
Fear.
“Enough.”
Kurtz lowers his hands from their spell casting position and takes a step back. He studies her, exhausted and panting as she is, but still coursing with the heat of their mock fight in the darkness outside of the Fort.
“We should stop.”
Delilah gives him a look.
“Dawn approaches,” he continues. Indeed the sky is already lightening into pale pinks and oranges.
But Delilah doesn’t want to stop.
“You’re getting better on the follow-up after I cast something. With some rest-”
“It’s not enough.”
There is a ringing silence. Beastie comes slinking over from the shadows of the trees turning their head to look at her and her father.
“Daughter…” he starts.
“…Delilah…” they begin.
She turns away from them both, hiding the snarl on her face. The way her flesh morphs into draconic scales, teeth extending into fangs is a clear give away, a sign of her aggression.
“Fine,” she bites out.
She walks away, heading back to the Fort, to the room with all her and Oziah’s things. The things Ankaa stole to get at Oziah. Because she knew. She knew it would hurt her.
Foolish. Weakness. Rage. Fear.
But the thought never even crossed her mind.
Foolish.
Now everyone was asking, “What’s wrong?” and, “What’s got her so riled up?” and, “Who’s the person from the Twilight Court targeting her?”
Ankaa.
Her own personal demon.
Ankaa.
Her first weakness, exploited and turned against her.
Ankaa.
Her mother’s perfect vessel. The one to carry on Demona’s legacy.
I will leverage every lesson she taught me in inflicting pain…
She grips her shoulder feeling the ache of where a limb used to be.
Weakness.
…the last thing you see will be the face of a future you could have had…
The shadows roil as she sweats, pushing her body to move faster.
Rage.
…had you been stronger.
She stabs, kicks, and punches as magic goes off in front of her, behind her, beside her — all around her. It’s not enough. It’s impossible to keep up. She’s going to be overcome. There’s no stopping it.
Fear.
“Enough.”
Kurtz lowers his hands from their spell casting position and takes a step back. He studies her, exhausted and panting as she is, but still coursing with the heat of their mock fight in the darkness outside of the Fort.
“We should stop.”
Delilah gives him a look.
“Dawn approaches,” he continues. Indeed the sky is already lightening into pale pinks and oranges.
But Delilah doesn’t want to stop.
“You’re getting better on the follow-up after I cast something. With some rest-”
“It’s not enough.”
There is a ringing silence. Beastie comes slinking over from the shadows of the trees turning their head to look at her and her father.
“Daughter…” he starts.
“…Delilah…” they begin.
She turns away from them both, hiding the snarl on her face. The way her flesh morphs into draconic scales, teeth extending into fangs is a clear give away, a sign of her aggression.
“Fine,” she bites out.
She walks away, heading back to the Fort, to the room with all her and Oziah’s things. The things Ankaa stole to get at Oziah. Because she knew. She knew it would hurt her.
Foolish. Weakness. Rage. Fear.