((2nd nightmare solo <3))

Pandora sat facing herself…
One of her looked human, perfect, normal, quiet… she did things like carve awful little figurines, studied languages no one else cared about, hated fish because she ate it too often and watched people. She loved to run, and hike and ride horses… She hadn’t fallen in love yet, she’d never kissed a boy… she did well in her classes and almost kept her temper in check.

The other half… didn’t quite look human. She sat with her hands folded in her lap holding a mask of a Wasco. She was coated in gore, her grin showed almost electric white against the red that covered her.
She did not control her rage, she didn’t care about loved ones, or family… she’d never kiss a boy, just kill them. She loved to run, but more to chase, she’d given up and forgotten that she had ever wanted, or prayed that she could be saved or forgiven.
She said… the world forgot her, took away all her chances, so she turned her back on it and sank into rage and madness.

“I don’t want this” Pandora told Moonstone.

“You are this.” Moonstone said laughing. Her teeth were sharp and wolfish, and black lines started to crawl across her face like tattoos, drawing the lines of the Wasco mask on her skin. Around her neck the raven pendant glinted as though it were laughing, waiting to pluck the eyes out of carrion and corpses.

“I could have been something else… I could have been normal… anything…” Pandora shook her head, she heard beads clattering in her braid, thought about the dance she’d been preparing for, how much the mask she had been making looked like the mask on Moonstone’s lap. She felt chills, and imagined those blank white eyes turning on her family with a predatory grin forever-carved into wooden flesh.

“Because the Raven said so?” Moonstone threw back her head and laughed, and the mask laughed too. Only it wasn’t a mask any longer it had a body, it had legs and a long tail. Three dorsal fins graces its back, and flippers from its ankles… its tail was like that of an Orca, but it was no Sea wolf… it was what the mask was; and it was growing.
It stepped free of Moonstone’s lap and she stroked its back as it moved like a cat. It laughed, a deep rumble like waves against cliffs and stood behind her, shifting to two legs to stand as a man.

“It wasn’t raven If he had never…” She thought of the forest, Charonite… she should have run. She should have run when she saw the body but she chose to fight. Fight or flight… she chose even then the path of darkness. She glanced down at her hands and saw them running with blood. “No…” She said but she could not wipe them clean…. It stained her clothes; white leather turned almost black with it the moment it was stained with the gore.


“We didn’t run… he called us ‘wolverine’ because he didn’t know…” Moonstone half purred and leaned against the buckskins of the tall man-thing beside her. It’s head that of a mask, its teeth far too real though, and no man ever had such claws.
“There is no hope, there is no forgiveness, YOU know the truth of it… you enjoy this hunt. Ask yourself… ask yourself what is more important. What one thing could you not give up now, your family, your friends, or the hunt? Tell me you would not miss the thrill, the pain, their faces as they fear you, run from you!” Moonstone leaned forward pressing Pandora back and down onto her back till she leaned over her, smelling her like a great cat might its prey before it tore out its throat.
“Because we never –were- meant for a simple life… it was never ours to keep; let it go… let it go and be –free-”