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 Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 9:29 pm
 Three Days After the Gorgons
Twilight, Uppers
The new alliance with Cthulhu was proving useful to Morrígan. Her godling was being more obedient, the trials the goddess had went through to section off the bits of Carren’s mind; her anger, her strength enveloped in the Wolf; her stubborn will and loyalty with the Bull; the two sections of Carren made into form and ripped from the godling’s psyche.
It was proving useful, and yet it somehow wasn’t enough. The Wolf’s persuasive strength would occasionally get to her avatar’s mind, and she’d willingly obey. Morrígan wasn’t going to be outdone but a caged animal that was once a part of her godling’s personality.
She was a goddess; goddesses are not outdone by their own godlings. That’s not how it works.
Carren had not been willing to join ranks with the god that once destroyed her in a dream; the godling had to actually suffer before she would realize how foolish she was being. That was Cthulhu’s grand idea: Put the child through hell, make her submissive. It worked wonders for Len, he said.
Morrígan obeyed her ally’s words, and sent her to the only thing she knew that would set her straight; the Furies. So, why won’t the Furies just kill her?
Simple; the Goddess offered Carren up as the third harpy, to replace Megaera. The Wolf and the Bull had other thoughts, but both were silenced, locked in their cages in Morrígan’s realm, away from the rest of the godling’s mind.
It was midnight, and Crow awoke with a start. Three voices filled her head, Morrígan’s booming compared to the other two; the Wolf and someone else. Ciro was sound asleep on her couch.
Go to the Uppers, Carren. Morrígan instructed. Crow lowered her head, most of her wishing to object, yet her strength was extinguished and she couldn’t even raise a hand to her. Crow got to her feet, fumbling a bit as the human legs were still foreign as hell to her. Funny to think she ever got used to the heifer legs; human legs were so much prettier. Her eyes followed the graceful form of her calf as she pulled on a pair of boots, cinching them up loosely as to not obstruct her skin in anyway. Her ally stirred once or twice, Crow wished to tell him she was leaving, but she’d be back by morning, right?
Just to the Uppers. She’d be back by morning. No need to alert him. Crow swiftly moved and found herself half way down the street towards the elevator before she even had another thought about Ciro.
“He won’t even miss me, I bet.” She finally muttered to herself as she crossed the street from the elevator that had just taken her to Middling, and arrived to another that took her as far as the Corridors. From there, she’d need to walk. She slipped in, quickly punching the street level in with her talon, and leaned back on the wall.
“So why am I going to the Uppers?”
To meet the Furies. Morrígan stated with her usual cold voice. Bones would chatter at the sound of her voice as of late… It certainly sent chills down her spine.
“Furies? Whatt’r the Furies?”
You’ll see.
Those were the last words said as she exited the elevator, and walked until her feet stopped suddenly in a large, open square in the dead center of the Uppers.
Why on earth did Crow get such a sudden chill down her spine that it literally made her convulse? Why did the Wolf in her mind screaming with some insane fury, like a tied up dog left to die?
...and why did all the strength Crow had left in her body suddenly vanish?
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 12:19 pm
"A bit short," said a voice like slow fire, and two monstrous forms emerged from the shadows. The moonlight marbled through the night's clouds revealed them to be women, easily over seven feet apiece, feet huge talons, and great hawk wings springing from their backs.
"She'll do, Alecto," said the second, with a cold voice like creeping glaciers. "Once we train her."
"But Tisiphone!" cried the first, Alecto by name. "Oh, but we only need the best for our sisterhood. She's... mortal. And short."
"She'll do, Alecto," answered Tisiphone, through bared teeth. "We'll train her."
In an instant, Tisiphone was upon the girl, a silencing finger to her lips. She was cruelly beautiful, the moonlight playing exotically off her cheekbones, her eyes glittering with some inner light, the color of fire, blood, and rubies. "You've been given a special opportunity, Girly." Her sharp fingers grasped at Crow's shoulder. "Are you ready?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:50 am
They, my dear Carren, would be the Furies. Morrígan's voice spoke with an unnerving calm. Fear shot through her veins and everything felt like ice. Her limbs weak, her human feet seemed to gain the weight of her hooves without changing form. Crow's dark wings eased back and fell open.
Neon eyes searched over Tisiphone's form; the woman of haunting beauty, with monsterous wings and talons... Her jaw fell open:
The little mutt was a lot like these Furies. Steeling courage back into her lifestream, Crow finally managed to contort her tongue to speak, the ice breaking away from her chords so sound may escape at last.
"Yes." the simple word escaped from Crow with the calmest of tones, just like Morrígan would use.
"I'm... I'm ready."
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 4:17 pm
Now both furies were upon the girl, their wings outstretched to touch tip to tip, enclosing all three in a circle of feathers, dark, and conflicting temperatures. Alecto, somewhat softer in appearance than her sister, radiated heat like a star. Tisiphone, sharp, beautiful, gorgeous and deadly, burned cold.
Grinning menacingly matching smiles, each fury placed a clawed hand above Crow's chest, pinkies meeting over her heart.
"The right choice," replied Tisiphone, planting a stinging kiss on Crow's forehead. Alecto repeated the gesture.
Their hands simultaneously met the skin of the girl's chest, and then... and then...
And then the world exploded in fire and ice.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 10:25 pm
It was strange, to be kissed on the forehead by someone other than your own mother. Strange enough that Crow proceeded to pull away, but she was much too slow for the two beauties of vengeance.
The two kisses felt like thousands of tiny, unimaginably sharp paper edges. Not needles, no, more along the lines of a paper cut. The godling half wondered if blood would soon drip off her nose.
The next moment, as her skin felt the freezer burn mixture dished out by two simple talons of the Furies, something Crow could only relate to having one's flesh torn off by something colder than frost that burned, and the mind exploding at the same moment...
Memories flooded. All the bad things that Crow had done rushed first. Backtracking from yelling at Len, Ciro (along with tearing into his flesh), Writ, her thoughts at the moment she threatened Jubs, to even farther back to days of school, where she often finished her fights by beating someone down with a well placed hoof.
Then other memories flooded in, those of others, those quickly shown to be eventual victims of the trio. Their sins revealed to the avatar in haste before the Furies' perverted justice was shown.
She quickly collapsed to her knees, thus freeing herself of the two sisters. The blitz of knowledge about her own life exposed and of countless others fed into her inane-rendered mind had dealt a hefty mental blow by sledgehammer, or so it felt.
Get up. Morrígan demanded. Crow opened her mouth to object, her eyes softly closed as even pain was seemingly numb, like the event had never happened. Crow pressed her hand hard on one knee, and rose again.
Nothing stirred inside the girl. No will to fight. No will for even flight. She was to be their new sister.
Crow was going to have to learn how to be a Fury, the hard way.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:30 pm
"We were born of suffering," Tisiphone whispered, her breath cold against Crow's neck, an icy taloned hand wrapping the girl's shoulder to stabilize her.
"From drops of blood when our father was castrated," added Alecto, her voice beating warm and dry against Crow's face. Her eyes were yellow as desert sand.
"We are the children of pain and humiliation," continued Tisiphone. "And the bringers of justice. We can end pain, or we can bring it." Her claws were digging into Crow's arm now, gouging new scars over the one the Morrigan had left. "We are destruction, death, and justice. I am ice, Alecto is fire, and Megaera, before the little wormling got to her, was wind, as you shall be."
"You were not born of suffering the first time," sighed Alecto, reaching out and fingering Crow's jawline, twisting her head this way and that, "But you shall be reborn of it. When you no longer feel pain, when you no longer feel emotion, when you are no longer human, you shall be one of us."
Tisiphone's lips were against Crow's neck. They burned like cold fire, even into the girl's blood.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:07 pm
Their fingertips, sharp and hard, bore pain on every cell of skin they touched. Tears welled up in her eyes; the bright little irises faded from electric green to a foamy blue. Castrated, born of suffering, wind—these things she heard and yet nothing registered. The caress of the sisters’ talons confused her mind with the hot/cold pain and the rush of emotions from the previous viewing.
Like hell Crow had actual any idea of what was going on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:00 pm
Tisiphone’s tongue darted along Crow’s neck; her breath hastened in anticipation. As her claws entwined in Crow's hair, fingering the auburn tresses, they dipped, crawled, dragged against the skin of her scalp. It seemed her very intent was to overload every nerve in the girl’s body with sensations of pleasure and pain, claws occasionally digging into the smooth skin of Crow’s nape.
Meanwhile, Alecto’s hand caressed Crow’s thigh, pulling the girl inward towards her. Her breath courted Crow’s skin like the blast of the desert's wind upon the golden dunes of her body
“We welcome you, Megaera.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 7:57 pm
It doesn’t take much, one can easily say, for a mind to be overloaded by senses. Such is simpler when the victim’s mind is fractured, broken in some way. Carren’s personalities had been split, and then removed from the body. The remaining third then further beaten with a battery of grotesque images of the Furies perverted method of forced karma.
Too much, too much, the little voice in her head, what was left of the torn girl, it’s simply too much, just fade away with me… Fade away like the others did…
Carren took a shallow breath, tears escaping from her glassy eyes. No words could be mustered to allow her to cope with what the Furies were doing with her body. She felt them go deeper, farther in with the ideas of sensuality and the utter realization of pain. Muscles twitched, blood flowed, talons dug into places no other had even gracefully touched, these things added with Alecto’s cruel words. Tisiphone explained things as her talons dug into her skin, sending Carren into flinches and fits as the two Furies held her down.
Carren searched for Tisiphone, “I…I can’t…”
“Yes you can, Carren, you can and will become Megaera. You will, soon enough, my sister…”
Carren rolled her eyes back and tried not to scream as she felt Tisiphone run her talons along her muscles. She explained their placement, the nerve bundles that would fruit the most pain, and the blood vessels that would kill the quickest.
As the two picked away at the godling’s body, the one shard of what remained of Crow pulled hard on the rest of herself, and forced herself to black out. If she was to die, and without a fight… Crow rather not understand how it happened.
-¤-¤-¤-
Consciousness is a feeble and fleeting state, pain and thoughts of suicide sending her back the few times Carren pushed through her shredded veils of sanity. In the cold retreats of her psyche, Crow wondered if she were destined to be a Fury, if they were the final result of what she was to be for her goddess, Morrígan. Is that what her goddess wanted, to be a creature of war? Or of justice, perhaps? A monster with fleeting sanity and too much knowledge of the human body, and a wicked, twisted, violent way of putting use to those facts?
The pain was finally too much, and forced her to remain in the world of the living. Her senses took in quickly that it was raining, even though the sisters’ wings were sheltering their little precious from it. Blood flowed, she felt it and willed herself to panic, but…she couldn’t.
Actually, she couldn’t feel a damn thing. Carren raised her head, and Tisiphone offered a soft smile; a frightening contrast to the exotic smile of a woman who made the godling her new squeaky toy.
“You do not feel it, anymore, do you Magaera?” Tisiphone’s voice spoke, Carren expected to shiver from the beautiful creature’s words. She did previously, hadn’t she? Tisiphone smiled again. “Alecto, stop.”
Alecto did as told, and her talons easily pulled out from Carren’s open wounds. “What is it? Are we about to kill her?” Her words seemed sharp, and she didn’t seem very…concerned. Carren shot a glare her direction.
“No, Alecto… She doesn’t feel it anymore…”
Something from behind them caught their attention. Hooves, claws, two beasts… The Wolf and the Bull! Crow could feel them coming near, but Carren, the dominate personality in control, pulled away in disgust. Her eyes widened as the blue, misty forms of a large, ravenous wolf with a psychotic flicker in his wild eyes, and an even larger proud bull, his head held defensively low, traveled right through Alecto and Tisiphone.
“What in the—?!” Alecto cried, but Crow knew instantly, and she quickly sent a newly formed hoof to send the little talon-happy demon away.
“I’m not ******** Magaera, my name is Crow!”
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 8:34 am
Alecto: 20/20
Tisiphone: 20/20
Crow: 5/20
-- Dice Roll : 3 --
Alecto screeched, "How dare you, you little b***h!" Wings and feathers flown about as the harpy dove in to attack Crow, the torn godling barely rolled away as she tried to escape for more open ground.
Back to the place where she met Anubis. Back to where this whole damn thing started. It would end here, if only for two psycho-fury-bitches and the end of Morrígan's little devious plan. Like hell either of them would take Crow alive.
"Yeah, I dared." The godling hissed in return. She readied her talons and tried to take the harpy on herself. It was only then she realized that in this state, there was no way in hell.
Alecto easily dodged in in the air, and Crow nearly met a wall. The godling rolled, tucked, and dove back to the ground.
"Damnit..." Crow cursed, her legs gave out from under her. "Can't fight them this way... There's got to be ano..another..."
It donned on her what that other way was. The Wolf smirked; oh how fun this was going to be.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 8:44 am
Alecto: 20/20
Tisiphone: 20/20
Crow: 4/20
-- Dice Roll : 1 --
Morrígan stirred, her godling had broke free. She arrived moments later, standing next to Tisiphone.
"So I take it..."
"She broke free, yes. She would have made a splendid Fury..." Tisiphoen replied.
"Ouch. Alecto just got a nice tear into her. Mind if I...?" Morrígan turned her head away, unable to watch as Crow's stomach ripped open, thank the Gods it was only a deep flesh wound.
"Be my guest."
Morrígan closed her eyes, and fused Crow's personalities in one once again. It was more like a rough patchwork, but, it would suffice for what she was to do next...
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 9:19 am
Alecto: 16/20
Tisiphone: 20/20
Crow: 14*/20
Personalities reconnected. Crow is now a full godling once again. Ten HP granted for Bull and Wolf rejoining The Game.
-- Dice Roll : 4 --
Crow fell to her knees, blood rushed forth, her clothing barely hung on her as she stood. "No...way...in... HELL," voiced had joined her own and yet the word sounded hollow. She didn't finish her words, she didn't finish her curse. Crow's palms met the pavement, her wings arched high and grew.
Muscles flexed and bulged, copper hair spread and talons extended and so did limbs and... Everything happened so fast! A monster stood two stories high where once a godling fell beaten. Wolf's head, muscled body covered in hair, giant hooves that caused the ground to quake. Wild lime eyes locked on Alecto as a hand snatched around the harpy's arm, and she threw her into a wall.
"Too short, Alecto? Wasn't that what you said?" A disturbing voice said, much deeper than Crow's, broken and hollow and... Well, it was just downright scary.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 9:39 am
Alecto: 11/20
Tisiphone: 20/20
Crow: 13/20
-- Dice Roll : 1 --
-- Dice Roll : 5 --
Outraged and in pain, Alecto swooped around the wolf-taur Crow and latched onto the giant wing of the creature, and with the ongoing momentum of the Fury, Crow was sent into a whirl and rammed herself right into a wall.
The monster howled, blood rushed down her strange head and down her snout; a moment later horns formed, one covered in blood, the other clean. Crow screamed; a moment later Alecto was snatched from flight and slammed into a wall again, a pitiful crack indicated that her wings had broken.
It was fitting, Crow thought as she proceeded to let Alecto somewhat loose, a false hope of mercy, before slamming her against the brick wall again, that Alecto's wings were broken, just like her soul.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 10:16 am
Alecto: 6/20
Tisiphone: 20/20
Crow: 13/20
-- Dice Roll : 5 --
With muscles the size of one's head, ripping limbs of was way too easy.
The Wolf fraction of Crow delighted in that fact.
Morrígan and Tisiphone watched in silence as Alecto's wings were torn from her body as though she was a mutant butterfly. A leg went, too. Alecto screamed; Crow only grew more excited with each passing moment. She eventually dropped Alecto, and allowed for the b***h to crawl.
"What... what ARE you?" Alecto cried.
"What you made me, a bringer of justice, if you will. You certainly deserve punishment for the pain you've caused, Alecto..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 10:36 am
Alecto: 6/20
Tisiphone: 20/20
Crow: 13/20
-- Dice Roll : 2 --
Alecto crawled, cursing in her ancient language and throwing dark glares at Morrígan and her own sister for not aiding her. Crow attempted to swipe Alecto around like a mouse, but she missed. Giant monsters aren't exactly the most accurate of creatures.
"Why have you forsaken me?" Alecto screamed at her sister, Tisiphone, who had taken to the air with the goddess Morrígan.
"You doubted her." Tisiphone simply replied.
"Carren doesn't like it when she's doubted. She gets all...angsty. Teenagers, such strange things, don't you agree?"
"Yes, Morrígan. Young adults are odd indeed."
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