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PostPosted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 4:00 pm
((This RP happens directly after the Bree SOLO Possessing Darkness. This post is adapted from there in order to continue the story line.))

User ImageShe had never felt so used and so vulnerable. Though she had stopped the murder attempt on her daughter she still had never felt so weak. Her body trembled, every emotion frayed. She was so tired, so used up and done with this. She released her power over her mind and sunk into a darken stupor as the Fae tore it apart. It was like watching a wild animal stricken with hunger. It peeled them back like they were nothing- not someone's livelihood.

She didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to keep this being from completing its mission- whatever that was. With how willing it was to destroy she could only assume it was something much worse than what Bree had been through so far. She didn't want to be there for that. She didn't want to have any part of this being and it's life. If only she could just give it her life, but she didn't know how.

She didn't know how to die.

That was it wasn't? That is what the darkness was. This whole time she had been fighting to survive all while death called to her. It told her she could be free. At what cost though? A family would lose their mother- one that had torn it apart and been without for how long now anyways? If she died would the Fae still be in control of her body? Free to do as it willed? Perhaps if she died she'd stop its rampage.

But how? How could she die when she wasn't in control?

She could feel the hot tears running down her face. Though it controlled her actions it couldn't control the outwards showing of emotion. What was left of Bree now? Now that the Fae had its hold on everything was there any part of her that was her anymore? What was this subconsciousness anyways. It certainly wasn't life if you didn't have any control over it.

The Fae seemed to hesitate over the memories of Takeko. A burning rage flared up in her and Bree cried out. Had she sentence Takeko to the Fae's destruction!? It hovered over the memory, the rage almost unbearable. What had the angel done to her? But something about it didn't feel right. No, the Fae couldn't know Takeko so why was it so angry with her?

It moved on and Bree breathed a sigh of relief. She could feel it's burning anger still there, but at least they had dodge its wrath for now. Bree didn't dare to attempt to steal back the memory in fear of bringing it back up. Instead, she quietly watched on. She had no more power anymore. There was nothing she could do, but watch on as her life was torn apart memory by memory.

She couldn't tell how long this went on. She watched her life pass her by, feeling emotions of those memories wash over her with other emotions nipping at their heels from the Fae. It was confusing and left Bree feeling uncertain. Is that how she had really felt? Or was that the Fae's own emotion towards it? Why was it getting harder and harder to separate herself from it? She didn't want to be this. She didn't want it's grasp in her... But she was beginning to question who she was. Where Bree started and ended and where the Fae began and ended. Had she made the right choice in protecting her family this way? It could do worse things then ending her daughter's life.

There it is.
Where what was?
Where they're all hiding.
Who's hiding? Who are we looking for?
This whole time they've been locked up in their cozy little homes just out of reach. I knew you'd help me find them.
What's wrong with them? What have they done?

They were on the move again? This way looked familiar. Something about the city and where Bree went to sell her goods all the time. Yeah, she could see it now, her little stand covered in her treats. There were some who dismissed her blood for a chance at her treats, but for the most part she'd get nasty looks. Still, she'd managed to do better than she expected there. Was this real or a memory? Had to be a memory because she'd lived this a thousand times. Her kids had always wanted to go, to see the city, but she knew if she got looks they'd get much worse.

Oh her babies... She missed them so much. Could they forgive her?

Where was she going and why? She felt cold as she watched her home fade from view. The landscape remained familiar, but she didn't care. She felt nothing. Even the madness that had filled her moments ago from losing herself wasn't there. It was dark. Just empty darkness. She didn't want it, but welcomed it anyways. At least here she didn't question herself. At least here it didn't matter who she was. At least here her family couldn't get hurt...

Maybe someone would show her mercy and end this Fae. She wouldn't stop them.


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PostPosted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 10:43 am
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Weeks, months, seasons... how much time had past? He couldn't tell, it all ran together anymore. But that didn't stop him. That didn't make one single tiny little dent in his goal to find his wife and restore her to normal any way he could. And the price for that began to show not only in the alicorn's personality but his physical features as well.

Feral was beat, run down, exhausted, wearing thin and yet he still refused to stop. He was gone from home for long periods of time now, sometimes even weeks before he'd return only to refuel and to see his children. His beautiful and handsome children, the only fibers left that kept him stranded to this world.

Long had he forgotten his mission on finding others from his tribe. They were a distant memory, figments from his past he had dismissed on the premise that they were long gone. Unobtainable and Unimportant now. None of them mattered like they used too and he couldn't bring himself to care. Not even about his Lady, her soft sweet voice, how she smelled of fresh spring flowers, her illustrious coat and flowing mane and tail.

All gone. All of it.

Since the moment that crazy, silly, lovable, goofy, plump, beautiful, magnificent, breathtaking Fae entered his life, his thoughts held room for little else. Even now, though her mind and will were not her own, she was all he thought about and if it took dying to find her and set her free then he'd gladly give his life in exchange so she could live and bake again.

It was one of those days, one of those rare moments he found himself home. Yet though his body was there, his mind was far from it and even seeing his darling children this time wasn't helping to bring him back to reality. He watched from the window, blank faced and distant as Cocoa Eclair, Foxglove, and Samoa sat out on the front lawn chatting about something. He couldn't tell. Their voices all seemed so distant. Even the voice right behind him sounded far away, as Ty gently tugged on his arm to smile and hand him a cookie. His fingers clamped around it on instinct but no smile came to his lips. His eyes watched his son frown before joining his siblings and creating an animal circus on their front porch.

Then Cocoa screamed and his senses snapped. That fierce protective paternal instinct roared to life and he bolted from the door to follow her, to check on her. His only daughter, his little baby girl. His hand reached out for her, his lips parted to call to her...

And then he froze.

There she was...hidden, watching. Her hair was matted and a mess. Her once bright sparkling eyes now dulled and hardened by hatred. The curvy ample body he loved so much was frail and thin, giving her an almost skeleton like look. It was simultaneously both his wife....and not. Everything he had grown to love, and still did, was gone. Stripped away. A mere fragment of its former glory. And yet it was still her, still her body. Still his Bree.

He couldn't move, his feet felt rooted in place, his voice captured by the wind and whisked far far away. "Bree! Brisoca! My love its me, I'm here!" he wanted to scream, yet nothing came out. He could only watch in horror as the hand moved to pick up a sharp rock, the body inch forward in preparation to strike down his little girl, his little bouncy feisty female clone.

"No.....No....Please....anything but my baby girl....." he pleaded inwardly.

For a second, Feral thought he caught the glimmer of tears stream down his wife's cheek, and in a flash, she had dropped the rock and was retreating. Quickly at that. Away from the house they called home.

"NO! Bree!" he shouted, still inwardly, as he took off after her. He didn't even pause to tell his children, not that he had been doing so anyways. They'd be fine, they always were. Foxglove was a good strong growing boy, soon to be a man. He had faith his first son would keep things together like he always did. Even Cocoa, though at times she acted otherwise, he had faith she'd be alright. She was stubborn like he was. Ty and Samoa, sometimes he wondered if anything really phased those two. Yes, they'd be fine.

His wife on the other hand. He wanted to shout, to yell to scream, anything to get the thing controlling his wife to stop. But he couldn't, not yet. It didn't feel right, it wasn't the right moment. Instead he followed after her quickly, sticking far enough away to hopefully remain unseen but not far enough to lose her. He wouldn't lose her, no. He'd follow her to the ends of the earth until he could have her back in his arms again.

"Bree....my Bree..." he breathed softly to himself as he went, longing to wipe the tears from her face.


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PostPosted: Tue Apr 07, 2015 8:11 am
The matted hair on the back of her neck tried its best to stand on end. Either way, Bree got the feeling that something was different. For a moment her prior thoughts were pushed away as her ears perked. The Fae seemed to notice it was well, she wasn't sure if it was a combined consciousness or if Bree had alerted the other to it. Either way, they were listening. Nothing sounded different, but they certainly felt it in their gut.

Briosca stopped in place and whirled around. Her eyes took in the scene around her, but she saw nothing. A low growl erupted from her throat in frustration, “I know you're following me. Get out here before I hunt you down myself.” Her voice cracked and squeaked from not being used, making her usually honey sweet voice sound like a broken song. Slowly she started back towards the way she had come, her body tight and ready to pounce on whoever it was.

Bree could feel the adrenaline rushing through her. The Fae was ready to fight, but Bree knew her body was in no condition for that. This Fae would get them killed! A part of Bree felt relief from that thought, but a tiny part of her mind was anxious. There was still so much life left to be lived, but what was it worth if you couldn't live it yourself? Again the conflict played back and forth within her as she became distracted from the events playing out...

Briosca slipped into the thick of the forest and began to take her time picking through it. Her eyes were alert and sweeping the space around her as she back tracked her steps. She knew someone had been following her so where were they? She'd find them- a familiar bit of silver and her eyes were darting for it.

'Feral!' Bree screamed inwardly.

“Feral!” Briosca yelled, pushing out of the thicket and into a more open area. “I know you're here, reveal yourself,” she called into space around her, her voice not sounding an ounce of the kindness it usually held. There was no emotion of care there that it once had- her eyes hard and without the excitement one would usually have coming head to head with the Pae you once loved. She wasn't herself. She instead looked ready for a fight.

Bree's mind was racing. Had it really been Feral she had seen? Or was she just hoping with all her being he'd be there? It had been... how long now since she had seen him? Her heart began to ache with an incredible pain. Oh how badly she wanted to just fall into his arms and forget any of this had happened. How she wanted him to help her fight her pain away and return to their quiet existence...

Briosca was hissing. She obviously didn't like the thoughts that were running through her mind right then. She blinked back the tears in order to keep her mind and eyes clear for an attack. Oh how badly she wanted to see the being, for very different reasons. She hoped he was still sporting the scars of the wound she had so deliciously given him. Maybe then the dessert Fae would give way to her even more. Perhaps she could become fully herself in this body then. As long as this sweet Fae was still there she couldn't be herself. She realized though that she knew Bree well enough now...

Briosca stopped her movements and stood still in the middle of the break in the tress. The look of hate melted from her face and was instead replaced by pain in her eyes, her body starting to tremble, “Feral...” her voice broke, but this time more out of the sound of utter exhaustion, “Feral, please I need you..” her voice grew softer with every word. Slowly, she sunk to her knees with the sound of a sob escaping her lips.

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PostPosted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 12:04 pm
He had been as silent and as sleuth as he could be, recalling training from the missions past, from his jungle. But the ache in his shoulder caused him to falter at times, having to bite back a grunt. It had been healed of course, but it ached now more than ever seeing his wife's withered body, like arthritic bones aching during the cold. And it allowed the thing inside her to catch a fragment of himself.

It knew he was there, there was no point remaining hidden for much longer. He followed after her, ignoring her calls and jabs until the thing possessing Bree forced her body to stop. His ears perked forward to the sound of her calls...how tired they sounded. How broken her voice was. How it shattered to pieces as she fell to the ground upon her knees, a sob escaping her lips.

It took all Feral had not to rush forward and scoop up his love. To brush back her matted hair, kiss the tears from her eyes. No, it wasn't fully his Bree. It wasn't her, he could tell, he could feel it. It didn't feel natural....normal....right even.

"Let her go." he said softly but sternly, stepping from around the trunk of the tree he had stopped behind. His hands were lowered to show no immediate signs of hostility. His wings were tucked behind his back, his steps careful, slow. His silver gaze peered down at the shell of his bride, pain writhing its way through every fiber of his being as it became more and more clear just how withered and husk like this possessor had left his beauty. "I will have no quarrel with you or what you aim to achieve if you will release her." he spoke again, taking a tentative few steps forward.

He was closer now, close enough he could touch her if he wanted. His hand reached out to stroke the top of her head but paused....suspended in mid air. His fingers twitched and he grimaced in restraint. He had no idea what this being would do to her that it hadn't already done to his Bree. If it wanted to harm him that was fine but he'd not stand for it tormenting Bree any longer. He had to remain strong, one false move could seal it for either of them.

If he lost control.... if he lost it now....turned....into that... thing. That feeling, that beast he never had before, never felt till he came to this land. He hadn't time to perfect it...to learn it... to control it He would kill her without second thought, he knew it. He couldn't let it out. But...If he died before freeing his love she'd surely be trapped forever. And if the possessor killed her first... he couldn't bare to think of it.

"Please." he said, no begged. "She has done nothing to deserve this." he breathed deeply, slowly retracting his hand as he dared to kneel down on one knee in front of her. To be level, calm, collected. Whatever it took to get that being to release its grip on his baker. His wife, his lover, his partner, his best friend...the mother of his four beautiful children.



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PostPosted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 11:41 am
Briosca's wings flared in slight surprise as he stepped out from his protective covering and revealed himself to her. Her head whipped towards him and her eyes narrowed, not trying to keep the facade up that she had constructed. There was no point in trying to fool him when he already saw through it. Her eyes were hard as she watched him come near, her body tensing as if preparing for any sudden movements he might make.

Bree saw his hand stretching out towards her and she could feel a tremble shoot down her spine. Oh how she longed for it. How she longed for even the simplest of touches, to fall into his arms and feel the burden of her sickness be lifted even for a moment. She could feel the fae reacting to his words, not trusting him, but also burning with hatred. Why did she hate him so?

“And I did nothing to deserve death.” Briosca hissed in return. She watched him with wariness in her eyes as he lowered himself to her eye level. For a moment something flickered in those eyes. A hint of someone familiar to him. A soft sob escaped her mouth, but was unable to cover it up with her hands. She was stuck there, trapped in his eyes. She blinked slowly at him the flash of emotions changing each time. Her face slowly followed suite, the emotions scrunching up her nose and eyes till tears finally poured out in a rush.

“Feral.” she croaked with a broken voice. Bree panted in air her eyes wild with fright and confusion. Had it worked? The taste of pine air around them and seeing from her own eyes told her it had. “Feral, Feral.” For a moment she didn't move just stared at his face taking him all in. She was exhausted and actually felt the weight of the damage her body was in. She pushed it all aside the best she could, she'd done everything within her power to lock down the fae so keeping it at bay wasn't going to be easy. She was so tired...

Her body slumped and fell against him. She felt the warmth of his body pressed against her and she couldn't keep the tears held back. She sobbed loudly, finally managing to bring her arms up and cling to his. She was so weak, but she needed to show him the best she could that she needed him desperately. After all this time there were absolutely no words she could say to express everything she'd been through and everything she felt. She needed help, she needed him, she needed to know her children were ok, she needed to know he was ok, she wanted to tell him everything...

“I-I'm so sorry.” was what she had finally landed on. She knew this wasn't her fault, but she realized then that she had actually been in the wrong. She'd been so scared and so unsure of herself that she hadn't fought hard enough. It wasn't till she saw his face that a new surge of energy filled her. She'd fought so much in the beginning, but after awhile just gave in to the fae. She shouldn't have let go so easily...

She tilted her head back in order to look up at him, “S-she will be back. I just don't know how to get rid of her. I don't know what to do, Feral.” She sounded so scared, weak, and uncertain. This moment of clarity was so refreshing, but she knew it would come with its consequences. Her grip tightened as she felt the darkness attempting to claw its way back over her mind. She bit down on her lower lip, searching his eyes before taking in his whole face. Who knew how long it would be till she saw him like this again.

“I love you so much, Feral.” she spoke quickly, the feeling of losing control starting to come over her again. “Please, take care of yourself. It hurts me to see you like this. Kiss my babies for me. Tell them their Mom loves them and hasn't forgotten about them.” She clenched her eyes shut tight giving off a painful cry. Coming back with a vengeance was right, the darkness hurt so...


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PostPosted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 9:05 am
Feral remained ridged, like stone, as the body of his beloved first reacted with anger and malice. His hands ached to simply grasp the being and shake it loose of his wife but he fought hard to hold back any such desires. "I do not doubt your life was taken unjustly." he replied is as much of an even tone as he could.

But then something happened. A flicker... a flash. A brief moment of change within those eyes and he could see it. His love, his wife, his Bree. She was fighting so hard to come back to him and here he felt powerless. "Bree....oh my love I know you are in there." he spoke softly as he watched the face he knew so well change from a stranger to a love.

But when the tears fell from her eyes and his name fought its way out of her lips, he couldn't hold back anymore. As she fell forward into him he too fell forward into her. Supported by both knees he caught her weight, throwing his arms around her tightly as she spoke, clinging hard, deep. Almost as if should he let her go he would lose her forever so he engulfed her body with his own. His wings drooped from his own fatigue but he fought to find the strength to wrap them too around Bree, his body becoming like a shield. All the while he shook his head at her words, his own tears streaming down his cheeks as he planted kiss after kiss upon her forehead.

"No, my love. You will do that yourself. You will.... I will never leave you. I will do all in my power to rid you of her.... my love please.... just....stay...with me." he broke into a full blown sob, words getting caught in his throat, choking him. He pressed his face hard into her hair, unafraid to let loose the sorrowful moans and grunts as he wracked his brain for any way to help his wife defeat her demons. To return her back where she belonged....with her family. With their children who missed and needed her so. With him. "I need you.... I need you so badly.. my Bree. Please...please don't leave me." he whispered into the now tear soaked strands of her hair.

Slowly he pulled his face back, one hand gently slipping up to her right cheek as he tipped her head upwards. He took what felt like several long minutes to gaze into her eyes. Those yellow-pink eyes that he knew were his. The same ones he gazed into every day of his life since that moment they were bound in marriage up until the day she had been stolen from him. When he could stand it no longer, he brushed aside the strands of her dark brown bangs and brought his face down, pressing his lips to hers in a long, hard overdue kiss. His arms fell back down around her waist as he pulled her even tighter to his chest, his knees sinking into the grass and mud , his entire body trembling.

He couldn't let her go again. He just couldn't. Not now...not ever. He would die without her.

Pulling away from the kiss, albeit reluctantly, he held fast to her, his eyes wet and pleading as he watched her face contort from pain and loss of control. "I'll do anything.......please...."



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PostPosted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 10:09 am
Tears ran quickly down her face as his kisses rained down upon her face. Oh how she had miss the feeling of his strong arms around her and warm presence. His words swam in and out of the darkness that was trying to consume her. Her heart felt like it was being torn into tiny slivers with every word that left those sweet lips of his. She tried to hold the sound of his voice in her memory, hoping that it would comfort her whenever she'd be sent back to her dark prison. Maybe it would keep her sane.

“D-do you really think so?” she choked out. She had given up any hope of seeing her little ones again. Even this moment right here seemed too good to be true. How many nights had she been awake fully, but unable to move? So exhausted was her body from misuse that she would just lay their and imagine his sweet face by hers, his strong body wrapping her up and protecting her from the darkness that would sooner or later awaken and take over again. It was so unfair...

His sobs woke her from her state and she felt sick. Her stomach churned with guilt knowing she had brought this about. Sure, she didn't know the spirit would do this to her, but had she only been more respectful... Oh, earth, how it hurt her so. Looking back to see how all of this could have been different. How their family would be different. Just one choice and everything was different. “Do you really believe it, Feral?” her voice was just a whisper, using all her energy in an attempt to keep the sobs back so she could speak. “I've been trying so long. It hurts so much...” She flinched, taking in a sharp breath as the darkness lashed out in her mind. She was holding on to strands. She attempted her question again, “Do you really think we will be together again? So I can tell them myself?” If he believed it then she could to. He was so wise... and she needed the hope.

She gave off a loud sob in return to his words, “Oh, Feral, I'm so sorry. I-i'm so sorry for not being here for you... for our family.” She clung hard to him, not resisting when he lifted her head towards him. She blinked up at him with large, tear filled eyes. Though through all the pain all she could look at him in that moment was love. The memories came rushing back of baking Venus' cake, how he decided to keep the vow of marriage with her and make it work, and the nights they spent in each others arms actually expressing love when it did finally befall them. Their story wasn't something she had been expecting, but she wouldn't trade those memories for anything.

Her face flushed, feeling like she was young again under his gaze. She shivered with goosebumps under his touch, and felt an immediate hunger and need for him. Her stomach churned this time not due to her anxiety, but the utter emotion she was feeling towards him. Her muscles tensed as she leaned back into him and met her lips to his. Oh, earth, how long had it been since she'd tasted his sweet kisses? Since she had felt this overwhelming sense of love and being loved? How was it that he could want to hold and kiss her after everything she had put him through? She felt so humbled, so unworthy of such a male.

She dashed any thoughts away and just let her eyes slide closed as this lips met one another. In an instant it turned to a hunger she hadn't felt before. Oh how she missed these feelings rushing over her! She buried her hands in his hair and held him fast to her, beginning to tremble as he held her just as tight. She finally pulled away when her lungs where crying out for air, and between pants said softly, “Oh, Feral, I love you so much. Even being away from you it hasn't wained. I'll do whatever I can to get back to you and our family...”

She trailed off and suddenly pushed him away to grip her head. She gave off a fierce yell before a long drawn out whimper, “She wants back.” She clenched her jaw, glancing up at him with pain filled eyes. “I'm so sorry, Feral, it hurts too much to keep on. Please, if she offers a way... Don't give yourself up. Don't do anything rash. I love you, but I can't live without you if you were to replace me. Don't do anything to harm yourself. Please.” she begged desperately. “It's either both of us or let me go on like this.”

She searched his eyes once more, touching his cheek gently and laying a soft kiss against his lips again, “Know I love you so much. I am so blessed to have you love me like you do.” With that she pulled away and with one last sad look she let her head and shoulder slump.


When she lifted her head there was pure anger burning in her eyes. Obviously the Fae didn't appreciate the little act Bree had put on. She stood quickly and motioned for Feral to do the same, “Seems as though you all had a nice time.” Her voice was dripping with a poisonous tone. “She was right. I do want you to do something for me. If you do then I will consider loosening my reigns on her.” She gave him a nasty smile, “I do not intend to give her up, though.”

She motioned over her shoulder, “You must be my guardian. I have run this body down too far to continue well on my own. You will provide for me whatever I ask of you. Once we get to my destination you will wait for my return and you can have your wife back. It's not a lot to ask, but I know she would wither away if I don't.” Another wicked smile at the thought of Bree dying. “I know you wouldn’t want that, and I need her in some working condition.”

“Are you ready to go?”

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 6:35 pm
The answer to her first, and even second, question needed little thought. "Of course I do, my Bree. I will not rest until you are free..." he promised earnestly despite the increasing amount of words that seemed to get hung up in his throat. He would give his life to set her free, no matter the cost... for either of them. As much as he hated to think of it, the darker side to this situation crossed his mind more than once and lingered on the side lines like a plague.

What if the cost of saving her.... was her life?

The thought alone made him tremble harder than he had been. What if....what if she died? What if there was no way to free her but death? Could he live without his love by his side? Could he even face his children?! Sorry kids, I freed your mother but she's no longer with us?! NO. INSANE! There had to be another way!!

"Anything. Everything. I will not stop!" he proclaimed, no screamed! Gripping her tighter against his chest, teeth gritted, cheeks wet from tears, Feral glanced down at his beloved. He had to stay strong. For her sake. He had to be calm. She was counting on him! She needed him more than he needed her, it was so obvious. Oh his Bree, how thin and frail she had become. How rough her once smooth hair had become. How dull her eyes were, hardly the sparkle of life they used to be. What he wouldn't give to have his sweet plump little baker back home making treats with his children to share into the wee hours of the night. "I wont." he promised again, softer.

His head fell down, chin touching his chest as she uttered her apology. He should have been the one to apologize, not her. He failed to keep her safe from the possessor. He could have kept her home from the strange mansion party. He should have seen the sings! It was so obvious! A mansion suddenly in the middle of no where! How stupid was he! "Do not apologize, not now, not ever. It's not your fault Bree. Please, cast those worries fro your mind." he tried to sooth her. Sooth himself. Leaning down again, he leaned into her kiss, locking his arms behind her as he refused to let her go. "I love you more, I always will and I will never stop loving you." he cried one last time as he watched the being in his arms take control of his wife once more.

No longer was his beloved resting in his arms but the monster that had stolen her body.

With a grunt he shoved her away as the creature stood, slowly dragging himself to his hooves. His silver gaze narrowed upon the thing, ears pricked forward to her sneers and taunting. "Jealous much?" he spat, drawing a hand across his mouth to wipe away the remaining trail of tears. But that wasn't all she had to say. So she wanted something from him after all? "So what, was this just a trap to lure me out? If you wanted me from the start why not just let her go and take me yourself." he growled, his hands trembling. He could feel himself starting to lose contro---No.

Calm. You have to stay calm Feral. Listen to what she has to say.

Clenching his fists, Feral shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths. No of course she wouldn't fully give her up. That would be too easy. But be her guardian? Guardian for what? Where on Telrunya was she even planning to go, and in that physical condition? If a spirit could die, surely both would if she pressed on any further! Bree needed food....water... rest. And yet he feared asking questions would be pointless. Whatever this thing was didn't seem too keen on sharing details, just causing more pain and suffering.

Don't give yourself up. Don't do anything rash.

He had too! it was his only option! He wasn't going to risk that thing wearing Bree's body down to the point of extinction. "Stop talking about her like shes a puppet. She's a living being." he growled to himself one last time before taking in a huge breath and letting it out slowly. So she needed him to take her somewhere and keep her safe. So be it.

"Lead on then."




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PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:48 pm
Briosca sighed at his obvious distrust and shook her head, “No, it was not a trick. Just a moment of weakness on my part, but believe me I wont let her have back control unless I say so. As for coming out here? I needed... I needed something to persuade your sweet Bree to give me the information I wanted.” She gave him a wicked grin, eyes narrowing. “She let me have access to all of her thoughts and memories for a female child's life. Isn't funny how much of ourselves we're willing to give in order to protect others?”

She waved off his comment, “You're lucky you're not what I want. Your threats are tiresome. Come on, if you're really going to help your wife we'd better get to work rather than bicker out here. No point to it.” She motioned towards the direction of their home, "If you have nothing you need to get then let's head out. I'll need you to find us proper food along the way, I can't recall the last time I ate. Don't have time for matters like that." She titled her head slightly as if trying to remember, before shrugging and continuing, "I can't say how long this journey will take so I hope you're really up for it."

With that she turned on her heel and pushed back into the overgrown world around them. You'd think with her determination she would set a steady pace. Instead with the condition her body was in their pace was slow at best. It would take him quite a bit of work to nurture her back to decent health on their trip.

Bree watched him from the darkness, her heart heavy. He'd promised to help, but she didn't know what this help would mean for them. Would she so easily give up like that? Perhaps this Fae's journey wasn't something of destruction like Bree had once assumed. It was hard to think otherwise when your own body was attempting to murder others. She went back to her memories and attempted to shift through the ones the Fae had been interested in. Takeko and the City were the big ones, but what did it mean? She recalled to mind the evening when the Fae had cornered the angel...

Bree screamed. She fought, but the Fae was on to her by now. Instantly she felt pain and grogginess sweep over her. She had to warn Feral! Bree was sure this Fae planned on taking them to the City! What it would do then Bree wasn't sure, but she wouldn't allow Feral to be a part of this. Not after everything that had been happening at the tree... That was the last place her love needed to get near.


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PostPosted: Sun Mar 22, 2020 8:54 pm
Weakness.

If that fae could see what he saw, his wife’s body was the epitome of weakness. All he wanted to do was pull her in close, stroke her hair and tell her that everything was going to be alright. Except that he couldn’t promise her that. Not until he was able to rid her of the being possessing her. Still, for her to fight like that, to be able to bring herself back out and in control. That was anything but weakness.

”Seems to me like you are losing your touch.” he scoffed, doing his best to keep the wicked smirk from bothering him further. Still, whatever this fae spirit was after was still a mystery to him and he didn’t fully trust its words or actions. But what choice did he have? “What ever could my wife know that something like yourself needs? Why her and not some other random pae’il?” He waved his hands, only following slowly after.

He paused long enough to glance back towards their humble little home, where his children were waiting to return to the once normal and happy family they had been. Little Cocoa running around wildly, Ty trying to shove everything into his mouth, Samoa the sweet prince, Foxglove....and those days where he’d stick to the ceiling. It was enough to bring a tearful smile to his face as he wiped the wetness from his eyes. ”I’ll bring her back, don’t worry.” he promised internally before turning back towards the disappearing figure of his wife.

Luckily she didn’t move too quickly. ”If you’d take better care of her, you’d be able to move quicker.” he said sternly, stepping through the brush and catching up quickly. He kept enough distance that she couldn’t touch him, at least not without having to leap at him. Where they were going, however, was beyond him just yet. ”I’ll be there every step of the way with you, long or short. Now that I’ve found you... I’m not letting you out of my sight again.” he threatened, hands at his sides folding into fists, clenching. His eyes trailed her up and down again before looking around their surroundings. Hunt for them huh? He’d hunt for Bree, his love, any time. Though he’d prefer her sweet pastries and breads now a days he still hadn’t quite lost his hunting touch. But to feed this.... thing inside her? It made him sick. He’d do it only to nourish his wife’s body back to the health she should be in. It was so hard to control his emotions when he was dealing with something not his wife inside his wife. He wanted to scream, curse, fight but raising even a single hand against this being meant raising it against Bree and he couldn’t. His knuckles were clenched so tightly, almost all the blood had run out, leaving them looking pale beneath his brown fur.

Mentally he screamed, hoping somehow Bree would hear it and know that he wasn’t giving up. Not now and not ever.

Bree, hang on! I’ll save you.. I’ll get them out of you I promise... even if it means my life.... please stay strong for me.




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