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pawnstorm2016-07-28 09:29 pm
gwenhwyfar) wrote in pawnstorm2016-07-28 09:29 pm
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As the ancient song falls silent.
Who: Regina (open to others!)
When: A week after the dungeon
Where: Caissa
What: Being half-demon has it's perks! Sort of. Regina battles her other half and tries to stifle her demon side from cannibalising others.
Rating: Heavy R. On that note, content/trigger warning for self-injury in this log. Light mention of vore and likely some violence, here.
[ It's a mistake to return here; Caissa is the only place that has been relatively familiar, as well as where all heroes stay. Still, even then, Caissa was heavily populated, a far cry from her the forests of Cameliard or the countryside that she grew accustomed to. Those, at least, had sparse populations, and it was easier for her to return to seclusion and let the hunger pass. Returning Caissa was the worst thing that she could ever do, near a frenzied state. As time went on, she became more reclusive, hiding from the room nannies, moving to where there was little to no people.
The problem was that those options were limited. The dull pain that has always resided in her body was growing, becoming more unbearable. So hungry, not even the food offered here was enough and no matter how much she tried to stave it off, it was getting worse. Come evening, she abruptly made her way to the courtyard, if only because she found it to be one of the place that at least lead to outdoors. She had taken a dagger and left her spear behind in the dormitories, ignoring her carrier that carefully followed behind, the little mouse fretting over his mistress.
I can control it.
She was truly the ghost her mother referred her to, her pale figure in white robes barely making it out to an opening, hoping others would simply leave her alone.
I must control it.
Holding her head, she tried to remember her teacher's voice, being that it was one of the few voices that beckoned her back to her humanity. She would cling to him, even here, knowing right now he would scold her for letting her feelings get the better of her. The pain was becoming more unbearable now, Regina practically clawing at her own voice, taking slow and steady breaths. She was just hungry, if she just went back in- no, not now.
I can't control it.
Nearly in a daze, she found herself overwhelmed with the thought of returning back inside. The people here were so welcoming, they really didn't realize what she could do to them. She could kill them without a second thought, if only to sate that unstable hunger. At that moment in her disconnect, she wanted it more than anything, just to escape the pain in her body. She had an advantage, she could easily find someone good natured enough to-
She broke from the thought remembering the scent of hot, warm blood and flesh. Rubbing the scar across her eye as a reminder how far she came and how not long ago, she had lost control. She had wandered so far from her teacher's words and her mother's wishes. It was quiet out here, at least, aside from her breathing and the pounding of her heart. With the dagger in hand, Regina began to press it against the skin of her hand, hard enough for blood to flow freely from her hand and onto the courtyard floor. Pain of this sort was a solution that often worked; it was something that could pull her back in, but even then...
Even then it was better for her to wait and let it pass. Though by the end of the night, she would likely carve that dagger into her hand until it passed and she was more human than demon again. ]
When: A week after the dungeon
Where: Caissa
What: Being half-demon has it's perks! Sort of. Regina battles her other half and tries to stifle her demon side from cannibalising others.
Rating: Heavy R. On that note, content/trigger warning for self-injury in this log. Light mention of vore and likely some violence, here.
[ It's a mistake to return here; Caissa is the only place that has been relatively familiar, as well as where all heroes stay. Still, even then, Caissa was heavily populated, a far cry from her the forests of Cameliard or the countryside that she grew accustomed to. Those, at least, had sparse populations, and it was easier for her to return to seclusion and let the hunger pass. Returning Caissa was the worst thing that she could ever do, near a frenzied state. As time went on, she became more reclusive, hiding from the room nannies, moving to where there was little to no people.
The problem was that those options were limited. The dull pain that has always resided in her body was growing, becoming more unbearable. So hungry, not even the food offered here was enough and no matter how much she tried to stave it off, it was getting worse. Come evening, she abruptly made her way to the courtyard, if only because she found it to be one of the place that at least lead to outdoors. She had taken a dagger and left her spear behind in the dormitories, ignoring her carrier that carefully followed behind, the little mouse fretting over his mistress.
I can control it.
She was truly the ghost her mother referred her to, her pale figure in white robes barely making it out to an opening, hoping others would simply leave her alone.
I must control it.
Holding her head, she tried to remember her teacher's voice, being that it was one of the few voices that beckoned her back to her humanity. She would cling to him, even here, knowing right now he would scold her for letting her feelings get the better of her. The pain was becoming more unbearable now, Regina practically clawing at her own voice, taking slow and steady breaths. She was just hungry, if she just went back in- no, not now.
I can't control it.
Nearly in a daze, she found herself overwhelmed with the thought of returning back inside. The people here were so welcoming, they really didn't realize what she could do to them. She could kill them without a second thought, if only to sate that unstable hunger. At that moment in her disconnect, she wanted it more than anything, just to escape the pain in her body. She had an advantage, she could easily find someone good natured enough to-
She broke from the thought remembering the scent of hot, warm blood and flesh. Rubbing the scar across her eye as a reminder how far she came and how not long ago, she had lost control. She had wandered so far from her teacher's words and her mother's wishes. It was quiet out here, at least, aside from her breathing and the pounding of her heart. With the dagger in hand, Regina began to press it against the skin of her hand, hard enough for blood to flow freely from her hand and onto the courtyard floor. Pain of this sort was a solution that often worked; it was something that could pull her back in, but even then...
Even then it was better for her to wait and let it pass. Though by the end of the night, she would likely carve that dagger into her hand until it passed and she was more human than demon again. ]