I t(o)rture you [CAPTURE + TORTURE]

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[justify]The very idea of being captured made her want to just shatter herself. She had been stuck in a mirror for thousands of years, then not much longer after being released she dragged herself and Jasper down to the bottom of the ocean, constantly fighting for control with the perfect gem warrior. She wasn't keen on watching anyone else suffer either, and when she approached to see what was going on, she nearly immediately turned back and left. She didnt right away however. She stood there, looking at the others and the unconscious form of an enemy clan before turning back around and leaving quickly, nearly stumbling over her own paws in the process.
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Grunting as the wind was knocked out of him, the Serval winced and tried to focus on the voices around him... but his head spun. Where was he? Why was he here? Was he... in the middle of The Exiles camp?

Coughing and wiping at his muzzle, the older male winced, muttering only, "Yeah, yeah, you guys smell like shit too," before flattening his ears against his skull as he was poked. He didn't like being touched, especially by people he didn't like. Baring his teeth, the starry Serval muttered coldly, "Don't touch me, I wont hesitate to kill a kid."

Ha, maybe that'd seem surprising to some of these guys. After all, Blizzardclan was a proclan, right? The vampire didn't really care. If a kid was an enemy, he could hurt them and kill them. That's just what they were, an enemy. Ugh, this whole situation was just annoying. How did he end up here anyways? He was just heading back from his nightly patrol... and now he was here.
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Your Mom didn't want you, did she?

Matty froze. He was about to say something, probably about not caring if he was wanted here or not, but the words caught in his throat. That was... he never... only a few people knew about what happened to his mom, how he was brought into this world. Only a few people... what the hell else did this bastard know?

The Serval bared his teeth, obviously shaken up, hissing, "You don't know what the hell you're talking about. My family is none of your concern; now lets get this over with. You rough me up then I get out of here, that's how these things go."

It was a lie... his mom was very proud of him, they only had each other ever since his sisters and his grandma and his aunt... He wasn't close to many people in his life, but he loved his mother. The memories of learning that she was taken advantage of like that made his stomach churn, and guilt made his skin crawl. His mother loved him, she loved him, she loved him very much.
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Gritting his teeth and flexing his claws into the ground angrily, the Serval spat, "Shut up! Just shut up!" Anger. Bitterness. Hurt. Betrayal. Confusion. Matty had dealt with so many emotions as a child, and now this idiot was trying to say that his mother was... weak? Some people just had it that way?!

If only he could get his claws on his father, he'd flay him alive then leave him to the scavengers. And he'd watch happily... seeing the body waste away... but... he only knew his father's name, he knew nothing else about him. His mother... she never really talked about him, and Matty didn't like to press her, since he knew how it affected her. His sisters... they deserved to have a father, and Matty tried to be the adult, serious figure, but look where it got him? They were gone.

Surprisingly, his anger soon gave way to frustration, hurt, and despair as he threw his paws over his ears; squeezing his eyes shut and hissing, "My mother isn't weak! You don't know anything about what she's gone through!" It all came back to him at once now, the drinking, attempted suicide, going in and out of relationships... then the disappearance, reappearance, disappearance...

It was difficult to hurt Enigmaticsoul, but this was his weak point.
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// I will <3

Cold.

The vampire began to shiver, as if he was out in some blizzard; the wind and the snow beating and stinging his face. The warmth felt like it was leaving his body, and soon he was gasping for breaths. Looking towards the ground, he held his head in his paws as he tried to regain control of his body.

It was as if Matty was two separate entities; mind and heart (body). His mind, completely logical, tried to reason that this Exiler was just getting a reaction from him, and he needed to calm down. But his heart... his heart...

The Deputy could only remember a few times when he had felt this feeling of uselessness, despair, and utter pain. Almost losing his mother for the first time, missing his sisters, when his wife was... when her innocence was taken by a loner as a child, whenever he failed his clan... and he failed. He failed over, and over, and over again. It was pathetic really, how weak Enigmaticsoul was. All of his life he trained and trained, pushing himself to become a better person. He was a shield for his clan, protecting them from whatever he could...

But to be rendered defenseless by some mere words like this... not even his logical mind could fight the conclusion that he was nothing more than a weak waste of flesh; masquerading as something more.

If she wasn't the way she was, you would have never been born.

It felt as if a dagger had been plunged through his heart and his chest, his mind began weak and soon the Serval realized... he had no counter-statement. He had nothing to fight back with, not even his wyvern form could help him here. Here, he was being forced to face the reality of his situation and his life. No matter how hard he tried... he couldn't escape what he was.

A mistake.

He was a mistake.

His mind lost its reason, and soon he could hear the voices of his loved ones around him. You see, Matty had an incredibly powerful mind. A mind capable of telepathy, telekinesis, illusions... In his panicked state, it was beginning to work against him. These memories and doubts he felt became real.

As he looked up, looking directly next to his captor, he could see her. The faint outline of his mother, disappointed and sick of dealing with him. Maybe... Maybe that's why his sisters left him, he was too much to deal with. Her face looked so tired, even as her disappointment turned into exhausted encouragement. "I'm so proud of you Enny! My wonderful son..." her words lost their value, now they seemed hollow and meaningless.

The Deputy's eyelids closed half-way as exhaustion crept across his frame, and soon he sat down, his shoulders hunched and his gaze focused on the illusion of his mother. She had come to laugh at him too, huh? He didn't blame her. A mighty Blizzardclan Deputy, unable to fight back because his poor feewings were hurt.

He was a husband and a father... slowly, the Serval lifted his gaze back up to Brackenwing and the illusion of his mother, and next to her, someone else seemed to appear... graceful, pristine pearly form outlined with those grey eyes he loved... but now, they were filled with tears. "Wh-Why Matty... I-it hurt... wh-why di-didn't you p-protect me...?" Her voice, innocent and now filled with confusion and despair, made little tears form in his gaze. All the times he had failed to protect Tama, the one who he loved the most, all of those times he let her feel pain... ha, she must just be staying with him for the sake of the kids, right?

And so Matty sat, form lowly and sill; his gaze wearily focused on the space next to his captor, and his heart heavy. Heavy, as if he was carrying a boulder the size of the world upon his shoulders. Never before had the vampire felt so much emotion, and it cut and slashed his spirit to pieces. The pain in his chest, coursing through his body, felt like many arrows piercing his flesh. This pain... this pain wasn't something you could bandage up. It wasn't something that could just heal, these wounds had been with Matty throughout his life. Now they were being torn open, angry, bleeding, and raw, and the pain almost made him feel completely numb.
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// ahh thanks your muse too <3
Matty can be rescued now!

The serval barely felt the pat on the back, he simply remained sitting; focused on the illusions in front of him. They were the spitting image of his loved ones, right down to their expressions... the smallest cuts and bruises... it was all there. They were just watching him, sadness filling their gaze, and all Matty could do was watch them. He had nothing to say... nothing to say to fix the guilt and the shame he felt.

His shame began to burn as he heard Brackenwing's voice, though it sounded distant now, and for once the Deputy didn't have anything to say. This was all his fault, everything was his fault. He pushed himself, and he let his guard down, so he was captured and forced to face the truth.

He was nothing but a pathetic, guilty, mistake... a monster...

As soon as the word 'monster' crossed his mind, the expressions of his mother, Tama, his sisters, his kids... all changed into that of a terrified creature. Their eyes were wide, mouths agape, his mother looked as if she was going to cry, and Tama stood protectively in front of their kids. She was... shaking, almost as badly as Matty was.

The vampire looked down towards his paws, and he saw that they were stained a deep, deep crimson, covering his beautiful coloured fur... and their necks, oh god their necks. Tama, Red, sisters, kids... red marks that were bleeding...

Realization hit him like a train and the hallucinating male stumbled backwards suddenly, his paws covering his eyes and his face. He could almost feel the blood dripping from his jaws... the blood the stained his paws and his legs... suddenly the strong, always calm but now emotionally distraught and broken Deputy began to sob and groan. The groan was one of pain, confusion, and regret, and no matter how hard he pressed his paws against his ears... he couldn't block out the sounds of dripping blood, whimpering children, a wife muttering "J-Just... pl-please Matty... do-don't do th-this..." and a speechless mother.

He was the weirdo Brackenwing spoke about, he was the one who always hurt his family. He was the one who let them down all the time, he was the worthless one... he was so pathetic, he couldn't even come up with a response to that. He could only shiver, groan, and sob; his paws pressed firmly over his ears and his teary eyes squeezed shut, begging silently to wake up. To somehow find a way to grasp reality again.

The mistake, the monster, had finally been broken.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Matty was no mistake. He was no monster, either. Maybe, originally, he had been the product of something sinister, but he had flipped the definition of 'mistake' on its head. He had been quick to turn the tides, and to become more than the father whom had created him. Matty was no mistake. There was no way that anyone was a mistake - especially, not her husband. She had depended on him for so much. She wouldn't have come this far, were it not for him. She wouldn't be alive, any longer, were it not for him. The servaline had depended on him, time and time again.. If people were to call him a mistake, then so be it; she had relied on that 'mistake', time and time again. His existence had purpose. His existence was something that, not only she happened to depend on, but various people also did, without a doubt.

Matty was no monster. No matter how he happened to bend, or break, or lose himself, Tama would be sure to be there for him. She had never been afraid of him. Not once. Even when she had feared the very shift of her surroundings, from the creaking of floorboards beneath small paws, to the shifting of leaves in a tender breeze.. She hadn't feared him. Even when she had feared herself, more than anything, he hadn't feared her, and she hadn't feared him. He was no monster. He hadn't seen her as a monster, either. They were just.. broken, at times.. Worn out, by time, and by circumstance. Matty had mended her broken pieces, at times. Matty had recollected whom she happened to be, and had tied to shattered fragments together. She would do the same for him, no matter what. It was a duty more important to her, than anything else: to be there for him. To be there for Matty, not only because she owed him more than he could ever imagine, but because she loved him.

No matter how much he happened to tell himself that he was a monster, or that he was a mistake, or that everything was his fault.. She would always tell him how he was a husband, a father, a deputy, a man of duty, a man with the tender heart that she had fallen for.. No matter how much he happened to beat himself down, she would always provide him reasons as to why he was above whatever he wanted to convince himself that he happened to be. He could mention one thing that was his fault, and she would list ten things that he had done right, in response. He could list ten more reasons as to why he was a mistake, and she would list off a hundred reasons as to why he was the greatest individual that had ever once entered her life. She didn't have to ponder them. She would be able to resound with them all, off of the top of her head - from one, to one-thousand. She could go on and on, as to why he wasn't what he currently believed himself to be, though she was sure that by then, she would have worn him out more-so than he could wear himself out - and he did that, a lot.

She was late. The servaline's pale frame would cleave the fronds surrounding the scene, as she opted to conjure her trident, expecting there to be individuals to attack, immediately. Instead, she saw two people present, currently. One pertained to a sadistic, yet hollow and meaningless tone. Yet, her insides twisted and writhed in gathering anger. Tama could keep herself composed.. at times. Perhaps, not when it came to initial shock, sorrow, or joy, but when it came to fury, she was rather talented at holding it within. However, now, the frustration festered within, and she did her best to bite it back, as her ashen orbs remained fixed to the pair, placing the images of them both in her skull. It was then, that the second one spoke, as if warning the other.. 'Stay away from him.' Almost as if they had done something: almost as if they had toyed around with something, like anthrax, and mutated it, now comprehending the drastic nature of what they had done.

Her attention pivoted, and she tore her gaze from the one whom she presumed to be 'Brackenwing'. She'd aim to create a momentary line of fire between herself, and the two individuals, before immediately making her way to Matty's side. "Matty.." His name would briefly sift past parted lips, and her fictional brows would knit. Concern tightened her chest, and her thoughts scattered. "Tama's so sorry, Matty.. Tama shouldn't have taken so long." The servaline would add, attempting to get through to her husband. He seemed to be in a state of shock, and she felt her heart become wrenched in the pain of seeing him this way.. Not because she was afraid of him, but because.. there was no way that he had deserved any of this. She wasn't sure as to what the Exiler's had done to him, precisely, but he hadn't deserved this.

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