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  • Everything was falling apart.

    Again, again, again. Never would she find peace, it seemed. It would never last; such carefully crafted havens were always doomed to crumble, bursting apart at the delicate seams and leaving her surrounded by bloodstained shards of glass, stared down by a million wretched reflections soaked in shadow-black tears.

    And what made this all infinitely worse was the fact that, for once, this had been preventable. All her life, cruel fate had ripped everything away from her, never letting her grow too familiar with any sort of happiness. Illness, murder, treacherous loved ones. Forces beyond her control, all twining together like a dark and hideous tapestry that threatened to blanket and constrict her, cutting off everyone and everything she loved until all of the breath was squeezed out of her, until darkness was all she saw, lived, breathed; until death could finally steal her away for good and end this miserable existence. But this time, damn it all, the tapestry was her own horrible creation. Golden fibers, pulsing with each heartbeat of the broken queen, made this all so much more personal. This was her fault. If only she hadn't been so unalert, so slow, so weak. It always came back to that, didn't it?

    But it was true. It was her own weakness that ultimately landed her in this miserable situation. If she'd been strong enough to fight off her attacker, then maybe she wouldn't be here, limp in the infirmary as life carried on without her, plagued with wretched wounds that still ached despite the fact that the bleeding had dried and the skin had recovered. They would always haunt her, these phantom pains — whispered reminders of her horrendously foolish mistakes. But that was nothing she wasn't already used to.

    It was the impulses that were truly tearing her apart. Foreign and deeply, intimately familiar at the same time, they were constantly swirling in the back of her mind like shadowy wraiths. They made her blood boil, left her teeth tingling and her mouth dry. Through heavy-lidded eyes she would watch her clanmates through the infirmary's stone doorway, pupils constricting as they lingered on legs, flanks, exposed necks. It grew worse as people came to check in on her. Their voices were grating, reminiscent of clanging metals or nails on a chalkboard as they assaulted her sensitive ears. Her bed became increasingly uncomfortable, the fabric of the blankets scraping her flesh like hard straw. Everything irritated her, and when her clanmates dropped by it was all she could do not to scream at them to get out. All she wanted was to be left alone before she lashed out in frustration and dragged her claws down their worried faces, before she sank her teeth into their delicate necks and— and—


    It was her family that broke her. As soon as the thought of tearing into one of her children even dared to cross her mind, she rose on thin, shaky legs and stumbled forward through the infirmary door. "A mother should never hurt her children no matter what," Ver had stubbornly insisted some time ago. "She's no better than a fucking monster." It was Sango she'd been speaking of as she tried to convince Mercy of her own goodness. But now that supposed purity seemed like a facade, and the words felt far too applicable to herself. It hurt beyond belief.

    Her breathing was ragged, the shadows clinging to her face (the only consistency in her life, how terrible) pulsing and swirling like little hurricanes. Tendrils were creeping along her body, wrapping around her neck like a dark noose, swirling around her legs and torso and leaving an inky black trail in her wake. She would not, could not turn into her mother. The urges were becoming increasingly difficult to resist, and she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she suddenly lost control entirely and took it out on Ver or Charlotte or her children. Or Shadow Veil as a whole, for that matter; young or old, all of her clanmates were her children and she absolutely could not let herself turn against this place that she loved so dearly. Not again.

    Any possible attempts at getting her attention were determinedly ignored as the weary molly trudged along through the ruins and out into the misty forest. The cold, dry air cut through her like a knife. The pain came almost as a relief. Perhaps she deserved it. Perhaps she deserved far worse.

    Exile was a good enough punishment for now. Her gaze was clouded as she paused just before the border, her vision swirling violently. Quite an accurate representation of the tumultuous thoughts raging through her head. The storm was deafening.

    Her whole body trembled as she drew in a deep breath and looked back in the direction of her home. The dense woods, once so threatening, called out to her. Come home, the trees whispered. Come home and everything will be alright. How desperately she wanted to listen. She would've given anything to curl up in the arms of her lovers and tell them everything, to finally finish the puzzle they'd slowly been piecing together since meeting this desolate, traitorous woman. But she didn't trust herself. Charlotte and Ver enticed her in two ways, and the latter once more ignited a deep, primal hunger within her. Hunger was all she'd been feeling these days, even though she'd been unable to consume much of anything without throwing it back up for a few weeks now. The implications were terrifying, enough to leave her weeping silent tears night after night.

    It hurt so deeply to abandon the clan she'd first loved, then feared and despised, and then once more come to cherish above all else. Shadow Veil was her baby, and it was difficult to imagine a life without it. Impossible, even. What would come next? Mercy couldn't even fathom an answer.

    But there were no other options; she was a danger to her loved ones and the mere thought of turning on them was nearly enough to make her retch. That reminder brought her back to her senses. With clenched teeth and stiff muscles, she turned her gaze forward again and set off on quick paws, starvation gnawing at her very psyche.


    don't treat me like i'm a crime

    mercy / volary flights / info

    The post was edited 3 times, last by Mercy Reaver ().

  • Mercy’s ailment was something that baffled her that hung in the air in the infirmary like a plague she couldn’t ignore as much as she wished it’d end. She should’ve recovered, she’d done everything she could to ensure her girlfriend would rise with the sun one day and they could all go on with their lives as happy as they possibly could be with the circumstances of everything. But she never did and months had now passed with hardly any change no matter how many things she brought or her own patient lullings to the woman who she had promised herself she’d take care of. But things were complicated and she had a life to live and all to big shoes to fill. It’s a shame and she can’t help but think she failed every morning and night she returned from the Ruins or lay nests away unbearably cold while Mercy suffered from demons Ver couldn’t snap her jaws at as easily as she’d snapped them at Barghest.

    She’d been attending to her ignored duties picking up the pieces of her own lack of presence to fix a clan that would never be broken. Life moved, life pounded in her veins like a living plague throbbing and thrumming to bring blood to the heart of the clan no matter what. The Veil in a way never needed a leader no clan did, she was just a face someone who called the shots yes but not someone who would ever be integral or represent every want and need of the pines. She found she hardly represented any of their wants as her alignment grew more and more apart from the more proclan teachings of Solaris and the Veil itself.

    Mercy embodied what they needed held more righteous core values than a mutt who only knew how to snap her jaws and bark pretty words into all the wrong ears. They could never live as well without her, Ver couldn't hardly live without her. The idea that would be ripped away never occurred to her until her scent tasted so stale (yet somehow so fresh) in the air and dread seeded into her heart as she re-entered the camp. Her nostrils flare and she moves swiftly to the infirmary peaking her head in, eyes glowing in the shaded light of the den. ”Babe?” there’s nothing in there, she’s gone and Ver knows it but it doesn’t stop her from grooming the room in a childish hope she was wrong.

    she wouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye, she had a wife and kids. She had her as well. Would she?

    She’d turn from the den to madly wander the camp tracking a scent that was already growing progressively far away on the wind. A scent she could never catch up to. ”Did Mercy tell anyone where she was going?” fear entraps her tone, and she fights back the urge to howl or run off.


  • ———— ARVICAENA ————


    Speaking of kids, here was one of them. The young wolf pup was bounding on lanky legs into camp. Ver was there. Mom should be to. In her maw was a peacock feather. She had found it on one of her adventures and thought her mother would like it. So, as she entered the camp, she set the feather down at her paws and looked about. Ver was asking questions in camp. A question that sent tendrils of dread down her spine.

    Where mom went?

    "Where is mom? She just went hunting right? Or on a patrol?" Tiny voice was cracking as the dread set in. Her body felt numb. Ice flowing in her very veins. "Right?" She asked in more panicked tone as her eyes flicked to Ver. As if her mothers girlfriend would have the answers.


    i heard your cry and i just knew

    tags — roleplayed by cyanite

    i never meant to forsake you

  • June loved his step - mother. He did, he really truly did. And that was why he couldn't bring himself to visit her while she was dealing with her illness. Knowing that he might have played some part in hurting her made him draw away from the shadow - eyed woman that he had come to see as a second mother, and in the end he knew it wouldn't have done anything if he kept avoiding her. However, now he wouldn't ever be able to tell her what he saw that night he dreamed, probably never, and as Ver's slightly panicked voice reached his ears, Junepaw dropped what he was doing to turn his head in the woman's direction.

    Mercy was gone? Was that what she had said? There was an achy feeling in his chest as he slowly drew himself up onto his paws and made his way forward, fictive brows drawing forth upon his head. The voice of Arvicaena, one of his other siblings he had yet to truly form a bond with, sounded scared for Mercy's well - being. The Siamese tom, being the eldest in the moment, tried to put on a strong front for the sake of the little pup and laid his tail across her back in a comforting manner. "Mom's sick, so maybe she went out to get some air." He wished he could believe in his own words, but he knew the truth. Mercy was gone, probably. She would have told someone if she wanted to go out, she wouldn't be so horrible as to let their minds pace and fret.

    June sighs, sapphire blue eyes flicking up to Ver. Both of his parents had up and gone now, and the boy was tired of everyone leaving him behind, willingly or not. "She couldn't have gone too far, Ver." The boy would say, "If you wanna go and look for my m -" He stumbles over his words for a moment, and pauses for a split second, before he concludes his sentence with a thick swallow, "my mom, you should. I'll stay here with Arvicaena."



    junebug aeternum walker · sv & sk · information · penned by phantasmagoria

  • She wants to lie to say that the pup was right that Mercy had just gone out for a walk suddenly without telling anyone. But when her maw opens all that comes out is a strangled sound before her teeth click together again, she shakes her head once hanging it low as she tries to think and grasp onto some mortem of control. Her fear shouldn’t overtake her she couldn’t just let things get out of hand with racing to the worst conclusions imaginable. Her dignity is saved only by a string, by someone who shouldn’t be saving anything. She can’t meet Junepaw’s gaze nor his sisters just stares off paws for all she was trying to do to make them stop still trembling lightly.

    She couldn’t have gone far. He was wrong. She was far away long before this, stuck in her own psyche leaving her to grasp something impossibly slippery on her own.

    He knows what she wants she’s sure they all could tell, she just hopes they won’t open their maws to bother her with sympathies she doesn’t deserve. She nods her head to Junepaw and after swallowing the heaviness in her throat she’d speak ”Please tell Riptide I’m heading out, I’ll be back by midnight I just-” need to do this, need to know if she’s really gone. She forces a smile lastly even if every muscle that contorts into it feels like fresh hell beneath her fur. ”Make sure she gets to bed early, and don’t worry about Mercy to much everything will be fine” it won’t be, it fucking won’t be.

    with that she begins to run wings flapping out before she launches herself into the air flapping powerfully until she’s gone into the shadows of the treeline.